Yesterday's Children
Yesterday's Children

THE REVIEW

I'll start right away: no information except from the sublime Italian label par excellence in the field of reissues, the akarma, specialized above all in the resurrection of albums that went unnoticed, historical relics that undoubtedly deserved wide public acclaim, but above all real pioneers of revival music that has been in vogue for some time now, stoner rock (I mention this genre classification that annoys me a lot, created by the usual journalists who must necessarily bring water to their own mill).

Even before the Sabs, these shady individuals from Connecticut, back in 1969, released an album of rare beauty, a delight for a few die-hard enthusiasts of the most sincere, visceral, and blood-pumping rock, undoubtedly as exciting as the names of the most acclaimed and idolized bands. The tracklist includes eight tracks that alternate phases of unbridled hard rock with melodic, intimate, and almost soul ballads (which remind me of the quieter phases of the Grand Funk Railroad), but never commercial or predictable. I was literally dazzled by the passion and disarming genuineness of this group that unfortunately managed to release this only extraordinary and phenomenal album.

We start with the garage-oriented/southern rock track, Paranoia, a fantastic cross between ZZ Top and Black Sabbath, (main lines of the entire LP, I remind you that both the Sabs and ZZ Top had yet to debut!!!) an indescribable orgasm fueled by electrifying solos and riffs, a mature band knowing what to do, good old dirty rock 'n' roll, blasting all the energy that a band of maniacs should know how to deliver, immense (I am not caught up in personal euphoria, try this album and then tell me, magnificent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!).
We proceed with the second song, which is the wonder of wonders and in which I fully recognize myself, it's called Sad Born Loser, a bold, rustic, foul-smelling voice, aged like the finest wine that you can find in this entire damn world. Drum to the maximum, relentless guitar solos, a desire to smash the world, a raw yet refined voice, superb like when you go in fi.....o and receive......... What a frenzy, it makes me cry out of such sonic beauty (excuse the vulgarity, but rare is the time an intensive and honest sonic capsule envelops all your bodily senses:).
The third episode, as before, my sick brain gets emotional listening to this crossroads between Grand Funk and Deep Purple, What Of I, masterful, heart-wrenching choruses and guitars that never stop groaning and producing solos and riffs of rare beauty. Oh, here's She's Easy, you won't believe it but the guitar intro sounds like a piece by Motorhead!!! In '69 damn it! Then everything changes in a blasphemous junction between Hendrix and again the magnificent ZZ Top, with solos that make your skin crawl and build up to a heart-pounding finale, the voice is then eclectic and embodies all the rock clichés from the Stones onwards, try it to believe it!

All this musical intercourse spins on these excellent trajectories, never a drop in tension, I'll stop bothering you with Evil Woman, fantastic, in '69 there were already Guns and Roses, don't tell me no, listen to that vox, Appetite For Destruction was born here, but much more felt and genuine... enough, I'm done, make this album yours, I don't want to be presumptuous, but what more do you want from 1969, you'll thank me forever (at least I hope), I care about you always, not to receive likes, but because I want you to make this madonna album yours (then I saw on the akarma website that it now costs ten euros, I paid 20 for it 2 years ago, what are you waiting for?)

Greetings to everyone from my torn but sincere heart, byez. Roky Uber Texas.