THICK AS A BRICK

And where the hell was Biggles, when you needed him last Saturday . . . . . ? That's a damn good question too! I don't know why, but it's my favorite line of the song. While I've only had this album for two years, it instantly impressed me as a master work of prog art. The only version of this that I had ever heard was the radio mix. I thought it was good, a piece of classic rock, but it didn't bowl me over as the full album does. With the thousands of 5-star reviews on this site (a.k.a. "Star Wars"), there is no question that Thick As A Brick is truly in the stratosphere, in a rareified group of 5 to 10 records that can arguably be called one of the greatest prog rock albums of all time. As I write this review, it is currently at the top of the heap here, ahead of Close to the Edge, Foxtrot, Selling England By The Pound, and The Single Factor (hard to believe!) I've never been a big Tull fan, though I always respected their musicianship. Tull-head or not, this is pure gold, one of the best of the best. Gerald Bostock is a genius. FIVE FIVE FIVE FIVE FIVE STARS STARS STARS STARS STARS