MC5 – Kick Out The Jams

I got a question... WHEN THE HELL ARE THEY GOING TO FIND THE 8 TRACK AND REMIX THIS MESS ... DAMNNNNN

Rock guitarrs like rock guitars should sound! 50 years old this year and you still hear the revolution coming! Great album!

...right from the get go this is a top blast of electric shock rocking, a total storm of noise, the noise of detroit on fire, the personification of the motor city burning as interpreted by long haired rock'n'rollers on acid...living in a communal house in the inner city war zone where the pig oppression was at its most ferocious gave the 5 first hand experience of real life, a place where a cat might not make it through to the end of the day...this, coupled with manager john sinclairs white panther party enabled them to impart their rocking noise with super charged efficiency, an out of control speeding kildozer going in every which way but somehow always together, always on the one...the sound is sloppy yet at the same time tight, their aim is true, they know where they are going, taking the message of radical freedom by any means necessary to the cats that need it for the long struggle that lies ahead...a fire storm of blues jams/freejazz/R&B via the fab4 and back to BROTHER.JB all delivered with a carnival atmosphere, where there is no distinction between band and audience, all are indulging in a shamanic experience where the acid and reefer will take them higher, the outer limits of the impossible can be reached at a MC5 show, rock'n'roll is the religion that is TRUE, all others enslave the mind, only rock can deliver what's promised, it will deliver total freedom to all who desire it...the 5 are a ing of the tribal drum from eons past, before the dream warriors bought the earth into existence and the chaos generated by downpresser man, the beat of the drum keeps the whole thing moving, rolling through the war zone to the suburban ts to the grande ballroom, the downpresser supplies the reason, makes the whole thing a reality, gives untold energy that fuels the cause...this is the meeting the memphis truck driver has with sun ra at a secret location rumoured to be a beer t outside of clarksville miss. in late '67 specifically to bring about a new music that would combine the hillbilly blues with the sound of reaching for the stars, to leave for the celestial, voyage far away from the realities of uncle sams autocracy...only the voyage was thwarted by the consumer society ordering its pigs to attack and the MC5 were brought into full effect, their whole 'james brown on acid' wayward dance routines, hamming it up in total old time revival meeting style, preaching the good times come after the revolution overthrows the capitalist piggy state and instigates the 3 point program they have come into possession of via sinclairs acid munching white panthers...oppressive pig tactics and FBI surveillance makes them hone the whole shebang into one explosive napalm bomb shattering and reconstituting to shatter some more, each time getting stronger and more alive...a brother digs this he's surely part of the solution and that's a stone cold solid fact...