Rock and roll is a term with a lost meaning. Sure, there are hundreds of books, fairly academic ones too, on the subject. You could spend the rest of your life reading them, taking in an aggregate definition steeped in historical, cultural, and sonic information. It wouldn’t matter much, though. At the end of the day there are just those albums, artists, and songs that make you slam a beer down on the table, pump your fist and say “that’s rock and roll” to, in a sort of half-drunken stupor that only makes sense at the time...
review :: by
John Ganiard