A savage, a rebel, a stoner, a pervert... No, they don't quite capture it.... The only adjective I can find to briefly describe Ted Nugent is unequivocally "Mastiff."
Indeed, the Detroit guitarist is well known in the music world precisely for his unbalanced flamboyance, worthy of a true rock star: from brawls on stage, to abuses and the countless erotic scandals that have thrown him into the eye of the storm. The latest skeleton to fall out of his closet dates back to a year ago, and it's thanks to a phone call from Courtney Love to an American TV show, where she claimed to have performed oral sex for the first time at the tender age of 12 with our friend Ted, who was 28 years old!
Leaving aside the spicier details of the matter, let's talk a bit about this album, his first solo one, the reflection of what he was at that time: a blind rage! Even years before with the Amboy Dukes he had given great proof of charisma and skill with the guitar, which reach their apex, the climax, the nirvana or whatever it is, in the tour-de-force of Stranglehold, eight minutes of pure dirty and heavy rock at 100%.
An attack riff as hard as a rock, seasoned with raw, lengthy, and very technical solos; these are the things that most struck me in this torsoless and fantastic track, which, in my opinion, represents what hard rock should be.
I also really like the energetic Hey Baby, Motor City Madhouse and Snakeskin Cowboys, even though Stranglehold alone is worth purchasing one of the "big records" of 70s hard rock.
Here i come again now baby
like a dog in heat
tell it's me by the clamor now baby
i like to tear up the street,
now i been smokin for so long,
ya know im here to stay
got you in a stranglehold baby
you best get outta the way
The road I cruise is a bitch now baby
but no you cant turn me round
and if a house gets in my way baby
ya know I'll burn it down
you ran the night that you left me
you put me in my place
i got you in a stranglehold
yeah
sometimes you wanna get higher
and sometimes you gotta start low
some people think they gonna die someday
i got news ya never got to go
c'mon c'mon up (4 times)
c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon baby
c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon up
c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon baby
c'mon c'mon c'mon
road i cruise is a bitch now
ya know ya cant turn me round
and if a house gets in my way
ya know I'll burn it down
you ran the night that you left me
you put me in my place
i got you in a stranglehold baby
that night I crushed your face
In the early morning hours there's a din in the air;
mayhem's on the loose.
Stormtroopers comin', and you better be prepared.
Got no time to choose.
Get ready. Get ready. Get ready.
Stormtroopers comin'.
Get ready. Get ready. Get ready.
Stormtroopers comin'.
Get ready.
Comin' up that street, jackboots steppin' high.
Got to make a stand.
Looking in your windows and listen to your phone.
Keep a gun in your hand.
Get ready. Get ready. Get ready.
Stormtroopers comin'.
Get ready. Stormtroopers comin' around.
Two hundred down, and it's comin' 'round again.
Got no second choice.
Where's the justice and where's that law.
Raise your healthy voice.
Get ready. Get ready. Get ready.
Stormtroopers comin'.
Get ready. Get ready. Get ready.
Stormtroopers comin'.
Get ready. Stormtroopers comin'.
We'll be ready. Stormtroopers comin'.
Getting ready. Stormtroopers comin'.
Get ready. Stormtroopers comin'.
Hey baby, tell me why you hangin 'round
Ain't got time for kissin I'm too busy messin in this town
All you pretty women, you're so far an' in between
I don't need no fancy types I need the ones that's clean
Hey baby, jump into the back of my Ford
I'm gonna give you a ride baby, you never could afford
Hey baby
Hey baby
So
Follow me down the miles baby I'll show you the real love game.
Yes I will
Hey baby, jump into the back of my car
I'm gonna hug and kiss you baby I'm gonna stir your heart
All you pretty women, you're so far an' in between
I don't need no fancy types I need the ones that's clean
Hey baby, I don't want you hangin 'round
I ain't got time for kissin I'm too busy steppin in this town
Hey baby
Hey baby
So
Follow me down the miles baby I'll show you the real love game.
You know what I'm talkin about baby
Here we go
Hey baby, tell me why you hangin 'round
Ain't got time for nothin steady I'm too busy runnin 'round
All you pretty women, you're so far an' in between
I don't need no fancy types I need the ones that's clean
Hey baby, jump into the back of my car
I'm gonna give you love babe that's gonna stir your heart
Hey baby
ooooooooh
Hey baby
I wantcha to
Follow me down the miles baby
I'll show you the real love game.
Love game
Love game
I got my guitar when I was 10 years old
Found a love in rock an' roll
Now I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown
I'm gonna give my body and soul
It's so crazy
But you know that I like it
I've found a cure for my body and soul
I've got me an overdose of rock and roll
I jammed everyday
I jammed everynight
I practiced till I knew all the licks
Now I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown
I don't know the meaning of quit
It's so crazy
Yes you know, but I like it
It crushes my head, my brain is on the border
But this is what the doctor ordered
Yes, it is
I jammed everyday
I jammed every night
I practiced till I knew all the licks
Now I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown
I don't know the meaning of quit
It's so crazy
But I like it
It crushes my head, my brain is on the border
But this is what the doctor ordered
Ooh, snakeskin cowboys
Who the hell you think you are
You’re prancin’ around with your high-heeled boots
Don’t think that should get you far
Just hangin’ around with your fancy pants on
Aint got nothin’ on me
Thinking you got it right here on the stage
Stick around boys, maybe I can set you free
Snakeskin cowboys
Who the hell you think you are
You’re dancing around with your best pants on
Don’t think that should get too far
Just hangin’ ‘round with your high-heeled sneakers and
Dancin’ all ‘round the stage
Well, stick around boys I got some news
I’m gonna set you, I’m gonna set you free
Snakeskin cowboys
Who the hell you think you are
You’re prancin’ around with your high-heeled boots
Don’t think that should get too far, no-no
Snakeskin fly-byes
Who the hell you think you are
Just hangin’ ‘round with your fancy pants on
Aint got-a nothin’ on me
Thinkin’ you have a right, here on my stage
Stick around boys, maybe I can set you free
Snakeskin cowboys
Who the hell you think you are
Just strutting around with your fancy hairdos
I know you’d like to be a star no-no
Snakeskin cowboys
Who the hell you think you are
Dancing around with your high-heeled boots
Don’t think that should get too far
Oh, snakeskin fly-byes
Who the hell you think you are
Just dancin’ around with your best pants on
Aint gonna get too far
Oh, snakeskin cowboys…
Don’t miss out on this guitarist, much less on this album of his, it’s pure history.
A true showcase of class and a great display of technical skill, a truly impeccable guitar hero’s feat.