The title cut is as awesome as the Stones' 'Rocks Off,' its genealogical ancestor. Born again, brothers and sisters.ĪEROSMITH - Draw The Line (Columbia): They drew it, but they didn't snort it.

We saw the corpse kicking and thrashing at Winterland throughout the Pistols' show last weekend. Pretorius! Alive! Cross Lou Reed's rock 'n' roll heart. Let's raise a can of beer on high to calculated primitivism! It's alive! Dr.

It'll be preceded by a super-snazzy, limited edition, 12-inch, four-song EP, supposedly featuring a Groovie-ized 'Blue Turns to Grey.' Strictly 'Teenage Confidential.' Be on the lookout for their new Sire LP, produced by a Stiff's best friend, Dave Edmunds. The most telling symptom of the divine disease was the return of those ravers, The Flamin' Groovies, who blew San Francisco last month to record in Wales. The Clash, Talking Heads, DEVO, Elvis Costello and Tom Petty promised us anything and gave us the fever again. Less is more! No 10-minute solos! No symphonic la-de-dah! They make their point and get out quick. You can dance to most of it, but unlike disco-drek, it's got news for you.

The narcotic ecstacy, epileptic rhythm and emotional range of classic rock music has been rediscovered by the young, loud and snotty. You can see Blair Jackson's poll of local scribes in a recent Bay Guardian, if interested.īacktracking briefly, 1977 was - pardon the alliteration - a rock 'n' roll revelation. No sense in another Tops-Of-The-Year list anyway. Non-sequiturs aside, 1978's product has yet to hit the racks, so we're indulging in a quasi-retrospective of a few recorded goods that went unheralded in these pages during '77.

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