I picked up Hendrix's Band of Gypsy's on vinyl the other day, and it is absolutely godlike. Kudos to whoever owned it before I did, it's in tremendous shape... Not a single crack or pop on the entire album, and it has to be about 30 or 35 years old...
Anyway, it's official. Band of Gypsy's tops all three studio albums he did with The Jimi Hendrix Experience; listening to the album on vinyl just opened my eyes to how biased I was towards it in comparison to his work with the Experience.
It's mindblowingly (yes, I make up words now) experimental for its time, and I actually think I'll go pop it onto my turntable now.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
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