Moondog Matinee

So, yeah, let's move Moondog Matinee from the "bad ass record makers" column and now sit them astride the line between that category and the "kicks fucking ass live" column. 

Holy fucking pipes. This dude sounds like the entire year of 1979, cocaine, Jack Daniels, and dropping out of school at the same fucking time. 

Then around 3:45? SIMULTANEOUS FUCKING GUITAR FUCKING THAT IS BOTH EROTIC AND SENSUAL. It's like the Allman brothers were given an effects pedal and a pair of button down shirts with shiny snaps on the breast pockets and they filled each breast pocket with more breasts than could physically fit inside a breast pocket, so the pockets are actually overflowing with titties. 

There's the tag line: Moondog Matinee, overflowing snapped breast pockets that are overflowing with titties.