In the United Kingdom of the early 70s, the rock scene wasn’t all about the pillaging of the blues and progressive rock excess. Outside of the hustle and bustle of London, musicians cooped themselves in cottages on the country side attempting to emulate what was coming from the west coast of America at the time. Their American dream sound conglomerated the pristine songwriting of the Laurel Canyon crew, the wandering jams of the Grateful Dead and maybe a little bit of the down home groove of The Band. The English twist they spun on their abstract visions of open . . .
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