>>128042855 (OP)
Clear Light: Clear Light [Columbia, 1967]
You want godawful, these guys'll give you godawful. I mean, they can do it all--self-pitying wimp harmonies, blooze-based bombast, stupid poetry, complaints that the organ-grinder's monkey has strangled on his chain, and a keyboard player who will eventually back James Taylor. Low point: six minutes plus of Tom Paxton's "Mr. Blue," alternately declaimed over funereal drums and speeded up to your basic Doors tempo. Oh wow. D-
