Crazy Dog were one of hundreds of hard rock bands roaming this fine land. This time we're in St Georges, Delaware, a place in the north part of the state on the way in and out of Wilmington. Hard guitar and synthesizers rule the palette of sounds. This is definitely the hard edged bar n' roll / AOR hybrid music of 1979 America, where every band with one unique riff, a half way decent singer, and a standing invitation to the Local 101. Then made a go at a private press hoping that Capitol or Columbia Records would take notice. Put five promo pictures on the back cover with harmless, friendly poses and hope for the best. 46 years later no one has still noticed except those of us crawling around on the floor looking at the dustiest crates - in the back - hoping to find something like Crazy Dog. Once you hear it, you are transported to that time where the bands that did manage to get one album on a major (and one album only) are just as forgotten. Except they go for five bucks today instead of 50. This isn't the album that has aged well like those that gave the middle finger to the establishment. Crazy Dog were the establishment. It's worth a couple of spins (maybe only one actually). Might want to watch James at 16 or Eight is Enough to prep though.
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