This album is incredible! It takes time to grow on you. You really need to get fucking baked and burn incense. Get naked. Let your cock out. Flop it around. Maybe think of a big warrior girl's booty and she manifests herself in your room and you bang her to this album. If you play your cards right, this could be you.
Caress of Steel almost ruined what little of a career these boys had at the time, but it's only because the public was too dumb to see the light. Bastille Day pummels the listener with its Budgie/Zep-like powers, I Think I'm Going Bald is groove before Phil Anselmo even learned to read, and Lakeside Park is the mellow, moody number that makes one reflect upon the passage of time, which of course is a common theme in Rush's work, from Making Memories to Time Stand Still to even their goddamn new album, I think. The story of that one's a bit wild. Anyway, this is good shit.
The Necromancer is powerful. This is probably the heaviest song of 1975 next to Symptom of the Universe, and like Symptom even The Necromancer has a beautiful, triumphant closing to provide some comfort from all the fucking sheer goddamn madness your ass has just had shoved in it. Tolkien croaked in 73, so he never got to buy Rush's debut when Donna Halper played Working Man in Cleveland in 74 and changed the world, but he would've been fucking proud of the boys for this album.
The Fountain of Lamneth is like a hard rock Watcher of the Skies cockfucked into a sort of Suppers Ready/Gates of Delirium insanity fuck. The lyrics deal with tripping on acid while searching for the fountain that provides enlightenment and queefs forever.
Caress of Steel is some of the highest art in Canada.
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