Howling At The Moon - The Punk Panther's Album Reviews

A little background for you.... I have always had a strange relationship with The Beatles. On the one hand, aged about five, I owned a plastic Beatles guitar, so they were the first musical memory I had, along with a vague knowledge of Elvis. A lot of their output was easy for a young child to sing - the puerile  "she loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah"  was probably the first I learnt, to the frustration of my parents, who hated me saying  "yeah"  instead of  "yes" . The accursed  Yellow Submarine  was number one in primary school playgrounds all over the country. In the mid sixties, The Beatles were simply everywhere, even for five-six year old kids like me. On the other hand, as the years went by and I started to develop a musical taste, I found the edgy, bad boy, rebellious appeal of The Rolling Stones far more attractive. Even at eight or nine, I viewed The Beatles as "goody-goodies" - despite the flower power garb and later-era beards - and The St...

Santana - and their Mexican guitarist Carlos Santana - became popular as part of the hippy California culture of the late sixties, with now-legendary gigs at San Francisco's Fillmore and then, of course, a show-stopping performance at Woodstock. They were to that festival what Queen would be to 1985's Live Aid. In the mid-seventies they were quite a trendy band to be into, scoring crossover top ten hits with the instrumental Samba Pa Ti and an appealing cover of The Zombies' She's Not There. They rode out the punk storm effortlessly. By the late nineties, Carlos Santana had become "rock royalty" and people were queueing up to guest with him. The result was the radio-friendly multi-million selling Supernatural collaboration album. Santana were back in the limelight.  Anyway, let's head on down to San Francisco.... Click on the images for in-depth reviews - Santana Abraxas Santana III Caravanserai Welcome Borboletta Amigos Festivál Inner Secrets Marathon Zeb...