The Iridium Jazz Club in New York City. Just to give you a little taste of how he not only influenced legions of musicians but fans, in 1988, Paul was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame by Jeff Beck, who said, “I’ve copied more licks from Les Paul than I’d like to admit.” I’m sure he was not the only one.
I guess I felt the songs here for the most part didn’t grab me as much as past albums from Pink Cream 69, maybe is the guitars, the sound and the overall atmosphere just left a void without the punch of it’s hard rock edge of their previous works. I’m not going to sit here and say is a bad record because is not, but just not as impressed with this one as I thought I would be
To remain impartial and look critically at every track, trying to find the glitch the dip in quality, the filler in the killer etc.. is always difficult when you are such a fan of band. There is a desire to hear the band succeed at every level yet ensure the review you deliver is fair and reasonable. Therefore this album has been on my iPhone for the last three weeks on continuous rotation so that I can ensure I know every nuance, every lick, every line and yet I still find it flawless. But is that necessarily a bad thing? Not at all and it means that the score afforded to it below is genuine and not thrown out on the back of a single listen before moving onto the next review. I shall be listening to this album for years to come and shall make sure that I always carry it with me should I ever end up marooned on a desert island one day.