Whenever I think about my all time favourite records - of all time, mate - for some reason I always forget "Forever Changes". Not today. And while I don't want to sound like a pound shop Griel Marcus here - dissecting every second of a well known song - those lines about mud mixing with blood and turning grey, followed by silence and then that piercing machine gun guitar? Well, I can't think of any other piece of music from the time that conjures up more vivid images of poor grunts dying in the mud and shit in 'Nam. Enjoy.
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