Joe Walsh Barnstorm ABC/Dunhill 1972 CAT# DSX 50130
Man, I'm done waiting for post-James Gang Walsh albums to impress me. They're all the same, a few moments of classic rock awesomeness followed by mellow California style radio rock. Boring.
This one is called his masterpiece. His lovely textured guitar work and spacey open-ended songs, blah, blah, blah. It's boring. It's what would happen to the Grateful Dead if they got sober. Soft boogie rock, soft melodies, everything soft. It's a very country tinged affair, but not in a country rock way, in the spacey California country kind of way. It's the songs here that probably led the Eagles to pick up Walsh as a guitarist and songwriter.
Admittedly though, I'm not really being fair to the album. Of the Barnstorm-era and proper solo Walsh stuff I've dove into, this is one of the better albums. I just wished Walsh would rock more, like "Rocky Mountain Way." This album is missing a a rocker all together. The space and psychedelic experiments into country are border line brilliant. Had I started here, I wouldn't have said all the stuff about Joe Walsh being boring.
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