Yet another example of an incredible band who, while managing to endear themselves to every music critic on Earth (the infamous Lester Bangs was actually present at these recording sessions for fuck’s sake), never managed to rise above cult status amongst the population at large, which is always a rotten shame both because the musicians should have gotten more notoriety, and, more importantly, because so many more people should be enjoying this music! The Groovies were always somewhat out of step with the prevailing trends, self-consciously so in fact, and it gave them the freedom to roam all over rock ‘n’ roll’s vast atlas; their debut album, released in the late ‘60s, was so un-psychedelic that you just know they had thoughtful grins on their faces. This LP, their third, is an easy pick for my favorite of theirs, and while the comparisons to Sticky Fingers are certainly warranted (hell, the incredible piano you hear on this track is care of producer Jim Dickinson, who also played the piano on “Wild Horses”), I find this album more genuine than the other, but not quite as good; that being said, Mick wishes he could sound as redneck as guitarist & vocalist Roy Loney does here!
