Lucifer’s Friend – Ride The Sky (1971)
The needle drops, and the air crackles with something that feels dangerous. It’s a sound caught precisely at the fulcrum…
The needle drops, and the air crackles with something that feels dangerous. It’s a sound caught precisely at the fulcrum…
There are moments in music history when a sonic doorway is kicked open, not carefully unlocked. Black Sabbath’s 1970 breakthrough…
The first notes arrive like a promise. They are not the heavy, amplified churn of the late-60s electric blues that…
I first heard it screaming out of a pair of cheap, tinny car speakers on a rainy interstate drive. It…
I remember the first time I truly heard this piece of music. It wasn’t through a tinny car radio or…
The air is thick, humid, smelling faintly of cheap California wine and a certain kind of studio delirium that only…
It’s 1972. The air is thick with change, and the promises of the 1960s have curdled into a grittier, more…
It is a familiar scene, etched into the collective memory of rock history: a twenty-year-old drummer, drenched in sweat and…
It’s late, the city quieted to a low hum, the kind of stillness where a great song can feel like…
The streetlights blurred outside the cab window. Rain lashed the glass, an uneven rhythm track against the muted backdrop of…