LARKS' TONGUES IN ASPIC

This is the album that got me thrown out of my own car when I insisted we listen to it instead of Ted Nugent in 1978. My beer-swilling midwestern friends felt that this was "wussy" music and that girls would have nothing to do with art rock freaks. They dumped me at the diner and took off, "Cat Scratch Fever" blaring on an 8-track tape player. I'm certain there are those here who understand.

30 years on and this is one of the albums that I only listen to on vinyl. The big fat analogue mix invalidates digital here (as it usually does). A proper listen at generous volume of "Easy Money" is almost obscene in it's clarity and breadth.

What they didn't know was that there was a certain type of girl who LIKED those meandering improvs and crunchy sounds. And the beer-swilling nugent-heads ended up real losers, by the way.