Fifty years and this murky album still sounds fresh. I don’t get the hate that Goats Head Soup receives. Its only crime, as far as I’m concerned, is that it came at the tail end of one of the greatest album runs in history. Overshadowed, so very, but that doesn’t stop this from being a great album. Maybe even a perfect one. There is not a single bad song here, and a few of them are classics. The band might sound tired at times but they’re also quite inspired. This has a very different sound from Exile On Main Street. That album is raw and joyous while this has a greasy, dirty, basement vibe. Very late-night. Maybe that put people off but I consider that to be this record’s greatest strength. This came soon after the band’s infamous 1972 tour and is a direct result of it: it’s five-thirty in the morning, the party’s over, and this is the soundtrack.
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