When Mick’s shirt went sideways: The Rolling Stones live at the Marquee Club, 1971
No polish, just fire.
No polish, just fire.
Nervous, stripped down, and kind of perfect.
A killer disco soundtrack.
Sherman Hemsley’s love of cosmic prog was no joke.
Johnny Thunders & the Heartbreakers live.
Snarling, sleazy, and weirdly perfect.
Equal parts Pink Floyd, Hawkwind, and East Bloc paranoia.
A psychedelic, almost religious hymn to lost innocence.
A song that sounds like it was written by ghosts, for ghosts.
A slow-burning prog gem performed live in 1975.