"Who's the funkiest man in town? You are Bo Diddley."
Sans, say, drugs, the closest you'll ever come to hearing an album again for the first time is through the ears of another - i.e. their reaction. In this case the album in question is Bo Diddley's 1970 psych-funk monster, The Black Gladiator - the ears on loan from my wife. While spinning the new Light In The Attic Records reissue en route to pick her up, she stepped into the car just as
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