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GREAT ALBUM. work of art - true art laden with tequila, dope and coke.from the heart.
Someone somewhere described this work as a musical Irish wake. That pretty well sums it up.It's an album that grows on you. It's gritty and depressing and maybe even lots of fun. One of my favorite Neil Young albums.
This album features a variety of raw, heartfelt, creative, dark, and soulful songs that will all speak to your innermost human spirit.
One hears talk that there are fools among us that dismiss Neil Young as a smoked-out hippie tunemeister, and to them I say "Tonight's the Night," living proof that Young is one hard rocker. Interspersed throughout the rest of the album are all sorts of expressions of alienation and unhappiness with the fame he's achieved since he went solo in '69: "The world on a string/Doesn't mean a thing;" "Ain't got nothing on those feelings that I had;" in reference to Woodstock, "I'm a million miles away from that helicopter day;" "I've been starvin' to be alone/And independent from the scene I've known," and so forth. Recorded in '73, after the deaths of Crazy Horse guitarist Danny Whitten and roadie Bruce Berry, it was either rejected by the label or yanked from release by Young himself; in '75, he recorded a new album, dumped it, and decided to put out "Tonight's the Night" instead. The title song, which, split in two, bookends the record, is so full of grief on the first spin I thought Neil was about to break down crying. He never falls into self-pity, even acknowledges in the original insert that "This means nothing to you." Wrong: there are a few things that mean something to everybody, and pain is one of them--pain, a feeling Young knows something about, and even ventures might be better classified as an experience. Like this sludgefest.
since the early 1980s. But I had to write this review to pay tribute to Young's masterpiece. Some work transcends the genre to which it superficially belongs. This is one of those.If Samuel Beckett had played a guitar.
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