More classic power pop from Illinois. Looking back, it’s hard to imagine what the arena rock crowd thought about Cheap Trick in 1977. While most 70s rock bands were talking about partying and drinking and sex, Cheap Trick wrote songs about domestic violence, drug addiction, suicide, serial killers and (in the case of this song) predatory ephebophile stalkers. Thankfully they have the pop hooks and musicianship to justify such subjects.
A “banned” song from the 60s. Shame, because this is really good. And we need hippie bashing today more than ever.
This is actually kind of close to jazz metal at times. The Sabs never got their just due for their musicianship.
Good morning, Smithers Jones
Yes, most definitely…
A perfect song for Autumn. I love the dark, moody atmosphere here. Whatever happened to Matt Johnson? Lung Shadows remains one of his best…
