ROCK A RAMA
LEO KOTTKE — Dreams And All That Stuff (Capitol):: For Minnesotoans and Kottke cultists. Also for those who liked the last Kottke disc. If you didn’t like the last one, the only improvement here is that Leo keeps his mouth shut this time out, a solid step forward.
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ROCK A RAMA
RECORDS
LEO KOTTKE — Dreams And All That Stuff (Capitol):: For Minnesotoans and Kottke cultists. Also for those who liked the last Kottke disc. If you didn’t like the last one, the only improvement here is that Leo keeps his mouth shut this time out, a solid step forward. To lovers of the guitar, all this counts not a wit: Kottke remains the finest 12-string picker available. B.L.S.
NEW RIDERS OF THE PURPLE SAGE -Brujo (Columbia):: Hollywood cowboys. I don’t know what it means and I don’t really care. Back in the saddle with the electric Sons of the Pioneers. Gene Autrey movies. And these guys think this is good. E.C.
DONNIE AND MARIE OSMOND - Leaving It All Up To You (MGM):: The ice cream curies from Disney world candy their way through pretty renditions of some old standards (Dale and Grace?), an occasional rocker and another week on The Mike Douglas Show. Your parents will like them. E.C.
PEGGY LEE — Let’s Love (Atlantic):: Fat with croons through MOR daisies and shits McCartney. Streisand puke. R.A.H.
BLOODSTONE — I Need Time (London):: Last year London informed us that a member of Bloodstone had croaked for no apparent reason. For no apparent reason, these jewelryflashing chubbies still survive. Who cares?!
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CARLOS SANTANA AND ALICE COLTRANE - Illuminations (Columbia):: Ah,
divine grace, healing force of the universe, angel of light, Ms. Coltrane, you fool, ya got a monkey up yr ass! R.A.H.
JOHN SEBASTIAN — Tarzana Kid (Warner Bros.):: The original legendary cheapo-cheapo John Denver is back with recent performances compiled from his Mike Douglas gig, all sugared and palatable for yr sis. Real cheezwhiz. Undigestable unless ya go for baby food (creamed asparagus). R.A.H.
ORIGINAL CAST — Let My People Come (Libra):: Yaha! The first sexual musical put on plastic, and a perfect party record, too. Complete with moans groans and ooze and enuf spunk so as youse can pump the pud. Includes “Come In My Mouth,” “Linda, Georgina, Marilyn, and Me,” “The Cunnilingus Champion of Co. C,” and the usual klutzy
clean-sex type pastry titles. Also, includes a souvenir booklet from the show itself with lotsa exposed nipple and kunt. The music is standard bachelor pad stuff, and the singers all got trained by Charo. For Screw fans only, but stimulating enuf so ya won’t need vaseline. R.A.H.
CHIEF THUNDERCLOUD AND HIS CHIEFTONES (20th Century):: Great, wunnerful, fantastic, amazing, easily the worst record in a year with the Wildest V craziest V azniest ’n’ stupidest cover pic since the Trashmen’s Surfin Bird LP. With a sound that kountry korn. Bongo! An innocuous artifact and a worthless achievement. R.A.H.
TED NUGENTS AMBOY DUKES - Tooth, Fang, and Claw (Warner Bros.):: Hotshot guitarist exhibits his pizzazz, bites some nails, eats glass, rumbles in the dirt, growls alot, and, in short, makes a total idiot of himself. Get the Amboy Dukes’ best-of collection on Mainstream then forget about this clown.
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STYX — Man of Miracles (Wooden Nickel):: Great raging heavy-metal punk punozza that practically blows itself up. Produced by the Chicago Kid in some obscure studio in the Midwest, it’s intergalactic fuzz with a rampant version of Knickerbockers’ “Lies” that’ll knock ya over. Weird stuff, bruno, like the five-and-ten drivel of Bullangus and other Vertigo flops, and believe it, Styx stinks.
# R.A.H. This month's rockaramas were written by Boris L. Schmidt, Eddie Cupps and Robot A. Hull
