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❝ Rock'n'Roll when freed from all chains of commercialism, cheap self-celebration, and crude sonic violence becomes a rushing river of poetic energy, a three-chord melody—bass-guitar-drums, instrumental tour de forces: Rock isn't invented but recreated on the stage, on the fingers dancing over the wood, in the romantic vocal vibrations of Myles Goodwyn akin to Lou Gramm, among the old-style sticks of Jerry Mercer, in the rolling solos of Brian Greenway, never identifying with instrumental grandeur or a feast of megawatts.
❝ Virtually unknown in Italy, these gentlemen have managed to put out about twenty albums in forty-plus years of career so far, with this being their seventh, dated 1978.
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