Max got me through Chattanooga, and the Ian Gillan Band took over at the GA line, taking me down to that big lake with five exits...
Yep, Rick Derringer. This grouping happened about three years after "R & R Hoochie Koo", and I happened to like the debut and its followup, "Sweet Evil." The other band members later went on to play separately with Black Sabbath, BOC, Joan Jett, etc., and collectively for one album as Axis. So the musicianship is spot-on. Good variety of songs and styles, and I've always liked his vocals and pickin'. Other guy is good, too. Listen to this private live concert cut from this album. Glad I found that. Smokin'!
So I'm through Hotlanta as the record ends...
...and this band plays to greet the light of day. City Boy was an English band that had many comparisons to Queen and others like Yes or ELO. For me, they were a British Styx. The producer of all their albums was some rookie named Robert John "Mutt" Lange. Yeah, you know the guy, ex-Mr. Twain. Or maybe you know some of the other bands he produced that hit it big right after "Book Early," like AC/DC, Def Leppard & Foreigner. Safe to say that City Boy had a good knob-spinner. This was actually a Top 30 song in the US...
Damn, I feel like VH1 Classic showing that.
City Boy gets me to the Macon bypass, and for the forthcoming stretch of South Middleofnowhere, GA, I need something that gets me pounding the steering wheel...
That'll work. Or Angel City as they were known here. An intelligent version of AC/DC. Not as punk-y as Rose Tattoo. All three named bands were Vanda & Young clients. I'd say that qualifies as a stranglehold on the genre at the time, which was 1979 for "Their Finest Hour." One funny thing I always got from them was every album contained flashes of "we wanna be the Rolling Stones for one minute." No complaints from me because I liked the Angels' "Rolling Stones" better than the real ones (you guessed it, not a big fan). This track is one of my favorites (and it could have been mistaken for a Rose Tattoo song) and I found a neat live version of it...
Around ninety seconds in, if you're not pumping a fist, pounding your foot or slam dancing around the room, then...well, I feel sorry for you. That, my friends, is what rock & roll was all about back in the day.
My journey had reached the core of South Middleofnowhere, GA, and I needed a couple more records to reach FLA. What would they be...?
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