Anyone who has seen the Woodstock film (and if you haven't, why not?) will have the musical gymnastics of Ten Years After firmly lodged in their brain's musical highlights file. Their explosive version of I'm Going Home put them firmly on the white blues revival map and Alvin Lee is to many people right up there with the best guitarists of all time. This is a slow, building blues that lurches like a rabid, slavering hound, with Alvin scowling and baying for attention, needing love so bad because otherwise he might have to COOK and perform other domestic duties that seem so alien its comical.
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