Rick Derris Wrote:
This is a tough one because I love em all but if I had to choose a "FAVORITE" it would probably be Southern Rock Opera.
I think they have gotten better in the studio with each album and I think Decoration and Dirty are probably more rounded, well crafted, and even albums but my intro to them was SRO. I think there are some mis-steps on there but overall I think it's an incredible artistic statement and the one I reach for when i want to hear their most rocking songs. They are also usually the most raucous live. Tough to fuck with these:
"Let there be rock"
"Dead Drunk and Naked"
"Ronnie and Neil"
"Guitar Man Upstairs"
"Zip City"
Life in the Factory"
"Shut up Get on the Plane"
"Road Cases"
Not to mention "72(this highways mean)", "Women without Whiskey" and the tragic beauty of the closer "Angels and Fuselage".
This being said, I could change my mind tomorrow the next time I hear "Puttin People on the Moon" or "Outfit".
Possible your most coherent post ever, and also exactly the way I feel. I remember where and when you first gave me this album, and the opening line of "Dropped acid at Blue Oyster Cult concert, 15 years old" and knowing that this thing might be a mess, but it was my kind of mess.
There is also the little matter of "Get on the Plane" being on here, which pushes it over the edge. I love "Dirty South," but there are some songs on there that are a bit clunky, and Decoration Day has "Sinkhole" and a lot of other beauts, but IMO SRO put them on the map, and remains my "favorite," but maybe not the "best"
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