Word: lickly
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Then a second quirk of nature suggested another method. Like cats, vampires lick themselves to clean their reddish-brown fur, and they are as clubby as monkeys, eagerly grooming each other. One researcher reasoned that it would be effective to catch a few vampires, daub them with diphenadione, then release them to return home and bleed to death-and incidentally poison their grooming partners...
Russ Ballard is not only Argent's guitarist, he also writes nearly half the band's songs. Ballard's songs emphasize guitar as much as Argent's rely on organ and piano. "Tragedy", opens with a good soul band guitar lick, that becomes the basis of the tune. Rod Argent's role on this one is to build the total sound with his full-bodied chords, and to play a smoothly-phrased duet with Ballard during the break. The transitions between chorus bridge and break are smooth--repeated listening shows this to be one of the band's strong points...
There were two distinct highlights. The first was a basic 50's 12 bar treatment of a song called. "Your Mama Don't Dance (and Your Daddy Don't Rock and Roll)" that featured one perfect mid-chorus sax lick, a perfect maybe four note frill. This one also had a baritone sax solo, and a final chorus that couldn't be denied. "Vahevela," introduced as "the three day version," followed, song draws on the increasingly popular music of the West Indies. The considerably extended stage version exploits the rhythms of the West Indies in a long purely percussive break...
...sure he is. His showcase was the finale. "The Noonward Race," Every time McLaughlin had an idea, or made any sort of musical move, Cobham was there, waiting. He heard the idea, reacted, assimilated the idea, and was able to act on his own, with the correct lick, all instantly. His solo stressed changes in intensity, power, and tone, rather than mere flash. Throughout it, he built to peaks then retreated, all within the framework of the piece's tone. He is masterful...
...rate Mersault concludes - like that other overweening youth Stephen Dedalus - that he was not made for love but "for the innocent and terrible dark god he would henceforth serve. To lick his life like barley sugar, to shape it, sharpen it - that was his whole passion." Instead he dies rather romantically of tuberculosis...