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I had a few free minutes this afternoon, so I swung by the trusty Goodwill to see what kind of dusty old vinyl I could score. I found a couple of old Paul Revere & the Raiders 45s I'd never heard before, and plunked down 50 cents. Score! The extent to which I enjoyed these singles got me thinking about this silly band, and I headed out into the wilds of the InterWeb to explore a bit. I found the following video, which further made me realize how much I prefer Mark Lindsay's message to Arthur Lee's. Talk about Winner Rock!
Here are the Revere numbers I found in the 45 bin today -- all of which totally kick Love's pathetic, two-steps-removed-from-Skip-Spence, bong-water-stain-in-the-Oriental-rug asses. The first, "Leslie", is a foot-stompin' ode to, uh, Mark Lindsay's maid (check out the spoken word bits in the outro). The second, "The Great Airplane Strike", is about as good a Stones raver this side of the actual Rolling Stones. And the last thrifty track, "Ups and Downs", coincidentally, features a bullfighter trumpet section!
Come on, Mod -- are you with me? Up Raiders! Down Love!
HVB
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