Instinctive, messy, and rambling, with shimmers of the divine. Electric Ladyland speaks in a kind of rock and roll tongues, with Jimi Hendrix front and centre.
A staple of the psychedelic folk-rock genre, feeling as fresh and vibrant now as it did in 1967. It sounds like a wonderful montage of the ’60s.
Tapping into the bohemian sensibilities of the era, Led Zeppelin feel like a sonic equivalent of the Beats in their indifference to the status quo.
The sonic scenery is colourful and smoky, and the band sound like they’re having the time of their lives. It's loose, but it's endearing too.
The whole record has an easiness of manner, content to be the sonic backdrop for a wanderer with no particular destination in mind.
Blues, psychedelia, jazz, and gospel are all deeply ingrained in the music. This is a rock record, but every track has a flavour of its own.
Who would be mad enough to single-handedly rank Bob Dylan's 38 studio albums? Why, Charlie Clissitt of course. Two great minds for the price of one.