Here goes with the first song in my “Guilty Pleasures” category that would not be out-of-place in a “Daily Mail” “Guilty Pleasures” style free CD. That’s not an endorsement to buy the Daily Mail. Don’t! – But you get the idea.
The general pomp and look of Lynyrd Skynyrd practically encapsulates everything I hate about bands just like them.
This however, is a rare case of substance over style. The song has one of the best “builds” ever in any track. You just cannot deny the quality of the track and the musicianship. Embarrassing to admit – but true.
Don’t you just feel for the lead singer though as those outrageous solo’s gather pace – and continue? He just has to stand there and watch…