Funky little blues album. I can imagine being a kid in my parents living room, shag carpet and worn couch, with one smoking a Parliament and the other drinking a scotch, dancing in the fading sunlight of a Saturday afternoon while this vinyl spun on the record player (not that this ever happened, but I can imagine the scene)

Sonically it's not bad, but lyrically it's pretty gross.

Favorite tracks: Killer Queen, Flick of the Wrist, In the Lap of the Gods ...Revisited

The Black Saint and the Sinner Lady is cooking by the end, but this one comes out swinging. Hot and fresh. Feels like a Fallout soundtrack.

The highs were high but the lows were low. Highs: The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn, Sally MacLennae, and Billy's Bones.