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Rating: Well, let's start with the cover. The fantastic detergent box immediately carries a warning: "This album to be played at full volume for maximum effect." On the back, appropriately, the ingredients, namely 33 and 1/3% of Jorma Kaukonen, Jack Cassidy, and Bob Steeler, and the product characteristics, namely: "...pure, unadulterated sound with amplified necessary polytonal ingredients to handle heavy loads." A remarkable trend reversal for the former Jefferson who leave the old fashion of their early works for an album completely out of their usual patterns. America's choice is pure rock, of the best American tradition. It starts slowly with Sleep Song, which certainly does not betray the fans of the early Hot, completely flabbergasted by the subsequent Funky #7, a fusion scan bordering on a jam session. Only Walkin' Blues by Robert Johnson brings us back to the roots, if not for the following Invitation, which again breaks with the past and increases the muscular tone of the album. The gem of the album, in my opinion, is Hit Single#1, a fabulous rock blues with delightful Hendrixian inserts. Relentless riffs and an almost perfect bass for a sound that breaks with previous studio works. Unfortunately, America's choice will remain a unique case in Hot Tuna's production; subsequent albums will more or less resume the tradition (except Yellow Fever, although too "heavy" and neurotic). 4/5
Tracklist and Lyrics
05 Hit Single #1 (05:15)
Every time I touch your face
I get a feelin' in my shoes
Markin' time ain't the way to race
We got to make some in my nose
Jump back now, don't let your feet go slow
You got to let your body sway
Won't you tell me what I want to know?
There's time enough to play
If we go down, we got to slip and slide
Like a serpent in the sea
In the magic circles, fit and glide
You know my mind is wandering free
Keep your hand on my shoulder, don't get lost in the line
There's nothing left to show
And there ain't no explaining what I feel inside
Let that emotion row
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