And so it goes until the album’s conclusion: with alternating glimpses of past and future musical tendencies peppering remaining tracks “Same Old Story,” “Dual Carriageway Pain” (both gritty blues-rockers showing riffs that sometimes smacked of the then brand-new Led Zeppelin), “Catfish” (a traditional blues standard turned monster jam), and “I’m Moving On” (a spare but spunk-filled Hank Snow cover). Ultimately, it’s a stylistic stew that would arguably get honed to better focus and achieve greater distinction from the competition on Taste’s second album, a year later. But who’s to say that Taste didn’t have almost as much influence as Cream on future bands such as Rush, whose early records are quite literally mapped out on this release — a worthy addition to collections of this exciting period in British rock. (by Eduardo Rivadavia)
Rory Gallagher (guitar, vocals, saxophone, harmonica)
Richard “Charlie” McCracken (bass)
John Wilson (drums)
02. Leavin’ Blues (Ledbetter) -4.17
03. Sugar Mama (Traditional) 7.15
04. Hail (Gallagher) 2.37
05. Born On The Wrong Side Of Time (Gallagher) 4.01
07. Same Old Story (Gallagher) 3.33
08. Catfish (Traditional) 8.04
09. I’m Moving On (Snow) 2.28
And when to ask permission when you feel you want to blink.
First look left and then look right and now look straight ahead,
Make sure and take a warning of every word we’ve said.
Tomorrow is another day and you must pass the test.
Don’t try and think too different now what we say is best,
Listen little man you’re no better than the rest.
Smile and look happy fool or we’ll throw you in the wet.
Save your breath until forever we should get along just fine.
We’ll bend your heart until it breaks make sure you feel no pain,
We’ll be the one to crush you and give you to the rain.
Run across the frozen air try resting on the sun.
And if you feel it burn you don’t yell out in pain,
Or wish you had a velvet sponge full of soothing rain.
Close your ears you cannot hear the rules are all pre-set.
You thought we were illusions but we meant the word we said,
We’re in command, you tiny fly, we’ll crush you till you’re dead.