Captain Beefheart, The Spotlight Kid

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Condition
Media: Near Mint (NM or M-)
Sleeve: Very Good Plus (VG+)

Excerpt from Rolling Stone magazine, 1972 by Lester Bangs

Said the Mama to the baby in the corn:/’You are my first-born/That shall hereon in be known/As the Spotlight Kid.'” That’s how the title song of this album begins, and one glance at the picture on the cover — Cap natty in Las Vegas jacket, with a knowing almost-smile on his face — reveals a man with the self-understanding and self-confidence to bill himself as a new-generational hero with no false pride.

And make no mistake, it is definitely to the new audience, the ones that teethed on feedback and boogie, that Captain Beefheart belongs. He has been called everything in the past from a man wasting the clear ability to be the world’s greatest white blues singer, to an impossibly complex musician who may or may not be the real avant-garde, but is certainly an elitist taste. While I have always held to the opinion that there’s been nothing playing on the face of the earth as far out as Beefheart for about 3 or 4 years now, I also recognize that his former style was a bit beyond the attention span or interest of the average listener. Which is certainly not to slight mass tastes, either; after all, why should things have to be as far out as possible all the time?

 

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