Dirty fuckin' hippies. CCR, will always occupy that space on the other side of the peace, happiness and 'love -will-save-us-all' flower power movement for me. Just over that line resides the stinky, up-all-night, bloated excesses with a dirty harmonica in a shirt pocket, otherwise known as Creedence Clearwater Revival. Though listening to this album did not change my, albeit narrow view of the band, I did find enjoyment in that Up Around the Bend intro and the the guitar picking in Ramble Tamble and Run Through the Jungle. However, as with any CCR album there are three things going on here that prevents me from ranking this album higher: 1. FOGERTY SINGING - (not sure which one 'cause I don't care) and his fake-ass southern drawl. These guys are from Cali. 2. That boxcar-harmonica paired acoustic twang-y guitar sound. 3. The dirty fuckin' hippies.