Incomprehensible at the tempo it's played. Feels like showboating. Not for me.

The duel-interplay between Ritchie Blackmore's guitar and Jon Lord's Hammond Organ is hard rock bliss. Best played while speeding down the highway like a star.

Heavy riffs, bitter-sweet ballads, and a whole lotta cocaine.

The singles are pretty fly. The rest all sounds the same. I miss Crazy Taxi.

Packt full of hits!

Un guiso multicultural con un toque de buen rollo.

It’s got the hits! And some other songs or whatever. I don’t care.

Every song here is pitch perfect for a montage in a 90s boomer romcom.

A spooky old man singing about spooky old man things. Not bad!

Opens with a triumphant classic rock radio staple and then immediately deacends into five tracks of the weirdest shit your ever heard. Ends strong tho.

“Papa Was a Rolling Stone” could be 30 minutes longer and I’d still say it ends too soon. A fucking classic.

Listened to this high while laying down in the dark. Now I know all the secrets of the universe.

Feels like music you'd hear while shopping at the JCPenney in the 90s.

They rocked so hard they made a blimp crash.

Truly lives up to the t-shirt.

Sober: “This is cute. It’s like a tribute to that Nuggets box set. Retro with a modern electronic flare. Nothing revolutionary.” High: This is revolutionary!

i love that Martyn pays tribute to Nick Drake but this album feels like a poor man’s Nick Drake.

“When I say Yee you say Haw. I DIDN’T SAY FUCKIN YEE!”

Very cool and very British.

It’s not Getz/Gilberto but if you’re throwing a 1960s cocktail party you could do a lot worse.

Cool samples. Boring execution.

Oh baby.

Bandoneon and Vibraphone... Name a more iconic duo.

Sounds like 80s Chili Peppers.

Great beeps and/or boops!