Monday, January 11, 2010

John Philips-The Wolfking of L.A.

As one of the more successful daughter fuckers of recent times, Philips was expected to roll out the same dull crud as he did in the Mamas & the Papas. But the heroin said otherwise. This is a burnt album where you can probably hear the cook spoons clanking in the background if you listen hard enough. And while I'm making it sound like a mess, it really isn't. It's really a great pop record by someone whose just falling apart. There was no way he'd ever be able to top this. Everyone says that if the Mamas & the Papas recorded this it would have been better, but fuck that noise, I don't want to hear Mama Cass' fat ass bleating out garbage on this beauty.


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