Clocking in at 73:31, we have Tracks. Here we have Fields, bringin’ 74:36 of noise. Let’s get at this like Courtney finding Kathleen Hanna in bed with Kurt.
The Kinks were pretty good to a point there until Ray Davies got rich and ditched the greasy stuff and started writing songs about preserving village greens.
Captain Beyond, Lucifer’s Friend, and Uriah Heeps’ most lucid riffs regunked by guys who banged out indie-era Monster Magnet and late period Black Flag.