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Tell Me Momma - Bob Dylan
Dylan's opening salvo on the electric half of Live 1966 is also his trickiest and cheekiest. Scanning the words like elastic, (I know that you know that I know that you showed me something), he holds them long enough for everyone to get the joke. Over the Hawks' nastiest R&B, it's no surprise if some found it a little close to the bone +4
Wide Open Road - The Triffids
The eerie bleakness and sense of space makes this a perfect companion to the Go-Betweens' "Cattle and Cane," absolutely mesmerising in its attempt to capture the vastness of the Australian outback. Grogeous +4
How Can You Mend a Broken Heart? - Al Green
Green's most elegant, elegiac sob is also his deepest. Holding, twisting and eventually unravelling his voice, there's little warmth here, but a lot of heart +4
Night Time - Big Star
Chilton's plea for salvation or excuse of his indulgence? Hard to say, but he's lost nonetheless. "Get me out of here". Stark. +4
Hey! Mona Lisa - The Mighty Wah!
Shameless, just shameless. The highreaching chorus, the blather, the manipulative sign off ("Merry Christmas, Elvis!). Hard to believe that anyone in their right mind can get away with this, but he can. Just this once, mind. +3
Born Slippy - Underworld
Astream-of-conscious plea to rid oneself of alcoholism, Born Slippy lurches between euphoria and total meltdown, eventually uncertain whether there's any difference. As Hynde fights against the swirl of the music, it's clear he's doomed, but his feet keep moving +5
Sister Ray - Velvet Underground
Lou at his coolest, and also his grooviest. The chug before the mayhem, or maybe the toke before the injection, if this sleaze is a puton, I'd hate to encounter the real thing. +4
You Wear it Well - Rod Stewart
Rod Sings. Yes he does. At least in this track, which liberally borrows its opening chords from "Starting All Over Again." Not that it matters, as the warm, loose funkiness conjures up enough heart and soul to nearly make us forgive 30 years of music atrocities. God, he was good. +3
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