This is how groovy ought to sound. Like you, I wildly presume, I assumed that Country Joe was just that "Fixin' to Die Rag" song you see on every documentary ever made about the 60s. Ho hum another Berkeley wannabe radical denouncing the man and protesting the war in the most direct way possible. And that's fine. But I had no idea that the band actually made some tremendously interesting music before it was delivering the hippie-rap for a generation. A few folks had mumbled things to me in the past that these guys were actually quite good, but who can get past those images? Well, the old one dollar purchase, that cheapskate's window into previously closed worlds, confirmed those mumbles. Much of this is gorgeous, some of it has the rich psychedelic glow of a good porch buzz at dusk, and a bit meanders in that too much acid in the studio kinda way. No matter. If you see this cheap, snatch it. You might just be surprised, and can the aging vinyl hound hope for much more than that?
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