The 40-year late release of Jimi Hendrix’s “Valleys of Neptune” is amazing. For 40 years, the world has worn out recordings of “The Experience” and “Band of Gypsies” trying to recapture not only the riffs of the only true “guitar GOD”, but to somehow relive that “blow it out your ass” attitude that each of his albums screamed.
What can I say about the cuts on this album. Other-worldly? Of course. Quintessential Hendrix? Without a doubt. I will leave it to Rolling Stone and all the rest of the paid reviewers to praise it…but they had better be careful. They are treading on hallowed ground…and bullshit will NOT be tolerated.
I could write a 10,000 word screed about how there hasn’t been any music since the likes of Hendrix and how he, Joplin, Lennon and the rest were probably murdered by a certain secular religious group that finally killed all the music…but I won’t. Not here. Not yet.
Right now I am in the valleys of neptune with Jimi…and there’s a red house over yonder….
Thank you Janie!