How good was Traffic? So good that the band from Birmingham, England warranted this album only two years after getting together.
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A harbinger — be that good or bad — of what was to come as arena-rock morphed into synth-driven MTV fare, Steve Winwood’s Arc of a Diver smoothed the way for a smash return in the 1980s.
Like 461 Ocean Boulevard, but with better singing, Eric Clapton’s Old Sock is similarly thin on original songs, swerves into an amiable island-inflected vibe, and never gets too far outside of its super-mellow box.
‘You must be bloody kidding?! I knew from the get go': Spencer Davis saw big things for Steve Winwood
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q44SDgKa8pc&w=500&h=305] We’re joined again by the namesake founder of the Spencer Davis Group, a too-long-undervalued member of 1960s rock royalty who should have been in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ages ago.
‘I wasn’t looking to duplicate Steve’s voice': How the Spencer Davis Group carried on without Winwood
The Spencer Davis Group was, and remains, more than Steve Winwood – having continued recording and touring into the new millennium under the auspices of its Welsh-born multi-instrumentalist namesake.
Event organizers have been feverishly working for nearly an entire year to secure a lineup worthy enough to follow the 2011’s Hangout Music Festival.
As Eric Clapton puts the finishing touches on a scheduled 2012 release — again produced by frequent sideman Doyle Bramhall II, who also helmed the well-received Clapton a couple of years ago — we reached back for a few old favorites.
Tribute records are a tricky things; star-studded tribute projects even more so. It takes a strong unifying voice, some central character beyond the featured composer, to save them from sounding like choppy compilations.
Steve Cropper, a seminal soul figure and guitarist in Booker T. and the MGs, pays tribute to childhood musical heroes the 5 Royales with Dedicated, set for release on August 9.
How to Become Clairvoyant is, thus far, Robbie Robertson‘s most blatantly personal solo release, taking on his split with the Band, nostalgia for his generation’s spent idealism, and the realization of a dark aftermath for the era’s hedonistic excesses.