I've just read a scathing allmusic review of this 2nd album by British blues band Chicken Shack, having listened to it earlier this evening. It is a fairly ordinary rather than exceptional blues offering, and Stan Webb's attempts at comedy between the songs is hardly fall-over funny, but it was one of the first albums I owned, I thought the comic voices/personas were amusing then, and every song triggers memories now because I knew them so well in '69 [or whenever I actually first had], so fuck allmusic who are usually and otherwise very reliable.
Clearly, there is no accounting for the puissance of nostalgia.
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