It's crazy! This record is crazy! Burning hell is a kind of punk before its time, dirty, sweaty, full of blasphemy, is not no heaven is not no burning hell, just guitar, voice and footer that JLH beats and this roaring harmonica . You talk too much, it's mean mean mean, same style, voice, guitar, foot, harmonica mama mama mama you talk too much, you yak yak yak All The Time. And: You Talk Too Much woman to finish. It's hard! It smells like rabies, how to say, contained a kind of hatred of everyday life, that of a sudden, bam, it explodes, it leaves with the impression that it's spontaneous while JLH had to play these songs 100 times and more before playing with Canned Heat. It's crazy! We must put strong very strong. To hear the breath. Lamps that sizzle. The reverb is unhealthy bed whenever JLH attack the strings, that bam! a great shot of her sole pumps - you know, its pumps, you can imagine the alligator, or in a special leather, it is already hard for success, finally, a hard disk that starts a long series of collaborations, you feel the guy is out of the misery that the Mississippi is long gone, and he, he taps his foot, with its pumps super class when he plays, he does not care for its pumps, it Perhaps a suit for $ 100, but that does not count, JLH, Chicago or Paris, it will always be the same thing: it will always be Mississippi. And then when you think you understand, JLH you spell it: send me your pillow babe you've been cryin 'you babe i want to let you know babe I'm lonely just like you babe I'm so worried babe na worried. You feel the ambiance. JLH speaks. He talks to guys with whom he plays. It explains a little life. And bam! bam again! And suddenly 1 2 3, he explains life. Love. Send me your pillow babe you've been cryin 'babe. Alone. There may be a guitar that accompanies it. But he is all alone. Or: Boogie chillen, Canned Heat as much JLH. This is really a group. It smells like rock. JLH can let go and scream. Just to say I Felt so good when his parents decide to let the boogie-woogie. It is the song of liberation - liberation individual, while always being brought back to himself in the blues. Long blues without words which follows, we hardly hear a yeah! that punctuates the thing, say again! Yeah! That's More! Go! Not stop! Encore! Let that boy boogie-woogie! Boogie-woogie all night! I Felt so good! Let him boogie! Always tell his story as history because the history of the person and the history of music are one. Higher! I want to boogie! Howling for the boogie. Screaming that we should for JLH. CH provided that JLH. This is the meaning of the second part of the disk. Genre: let's make it, the melody is boom boom. That is to say boom boom boom - will shoot you right down - and let's make it - I want to love you all night - it's the same thing: love and death, and cock the gun . It's all one. Politically correct? No. Except that everything is there. More a melody, a sound, an intention, a meaning. Or maybe it's the sound that makes sense. Voyeuristic before I got my eyes on you. Because that is the sublime love. Distance. Watch the loved from afar. Seen from afar. The closer look. Feel it. The grasp. And rhyme with the ow ow. Pain with pain. Enjoyment with pleasure. Literally, I have my eyes my eyes I have my eyes on you - I like my eyes on you. This record is crazy! Forty years later, this album is crazy! And the last The world today, poor, there may rien.Incroyable.
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