So steadfast was their faith in Jesse Colin Young, Warner Brothers ended up giving the frontman and his Youngblood cohorts the keys to a subsidiary label as the 1960s faded out. A greasy affair overall, the selections and the general atmosphere of camaraderie is cut from the same cloth as The Band’s early output, though with far less emphasis on the tightness of arrangements and harmonies . . .
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