'Meeting of The Gods' is Awesome. This track does not sound like Santana.
Not as good as the first album but has some brilliant songs
Another solid album by this this Santana clone band. A little harder and less Latin than thier first disk, this is another fine effort. The musicians are excellent, and the songs are first rate. This band should have been big, people.
They sound like Santana many times but Tony Jasper writes in his “Hardrock and Metal Encyclopedia” the Rock tracks are excellent. I’ve never heard such an understatement. The song “Meeting of the Gods” is a killer in every sense. The perfect voice, the guitars scream and the singer agrees with his shrieks as he’s getting murdered. The other stand-out track is “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde”. The same sort, simply unbeatable. If you love old Santana with a voice you’ve never heard before, don’t hesitate. You don’t regret it.
Mit Latin Rock kann ich eigentlich etwas anfangen. Wenn er zu santanamäßig produziert wird, sprich “zu slick”, krempeln sich mir allerdings die Fußnägel um. Bongogedaddel ist halt nicht alles. Auch die high pitched Voices der Aufnahmen erinnern stets daran, dass man sich im Jahre 1976 befindet. Saxophone thundern ohne Gnade durch die Produktion und die monotonen Chöre, obwohl zugegebenermaßen gut eingesungen, stören mehr, als dass sie Feeling aufbauen können. Ein schlechtes Album. Einen einzigen Lichblick gibt es allerdings auch hier zu finden: “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde”. Sind das schmatzende Wah Wah Pedel und das Bonggeblubber nicht eine Wucht? Anspieltip: “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde”- Kaufempfehlung: Wohl eher nicht.
Imagine yourself walking the barrios in Queens, New York circa 1975. Bums, pushers, hookers, street musicians and the smell of tortas vendors. You see a small club, it has a name like “Enrique’s Hell Hole,” you venture in. Torches are lit high as you tiptoe over the junkies and avoid the needles scattered about the floor. On stage are six seriously fried dudes, cranking out some of the most intense music to have ever been performed on these shores. Two percussionists and a drummer drive the speedy pulse, while organ, bass and guitar roar, slash and sing. This is all Chango’s first album and for anyone who likes the early Santana vibe, then you are in for a treat, because Chango treaded a new path at the point where Santana went fusion. This could be Santana IV, the culmination of all the best Carlos could muster. A high water mark for heavy Latin groove rock. This album has it all, the screaming Carlos guitar sustain fuzz chops, the swirling Hammond organ, the speed freak machismo lead singer that all the messed up chicks were swooning for. And, of course, those danceable rhythms that even this uptight white guy might make note of. The lyrics are just what you want from this kind of album: Sex, life-in-the-ghetto, grade-school mysticism and well……. sex. Right off the bat, you’re pulverized with “Fire Over Water” followed by the eight minute “Walk on Hell”. Really, do I need to describe these tracks? Put the environment, instrumentation, song titles and influences together and you’ve got an aural vision. Many of the songs are catchy too – you’ll be humming them for days. “Caminando”, “Solid Karma” and especially “Mira Pa ‘Ca” just have KILLER melodies. But where Chango excels is in the instrumentals like the pounding “Bollo” and “Bembe” plus the beautiful “Sacapa.” But the best is possibly saved for last. The nine minute title track combines relentless energy, tuneful melodies and fiery instrumental playing. It’s awe-inspiring. Careful though, as you may find yourself in a big heap afterward. How this album missed the big time is somewhat of a mystery to me. Being that it was released in 1975, perhaps it was too late for the early Santana sound. I’m also guessing that ABC records, not known for their music marketing muscle, had no idea how to promote it. There are very few albums that contain this kind of energy and instrumental virtuosity and combines that with a strong melodic sense. A true masterpiece and one of underground America’s most proud moments.
First class “Santana” style latin rock that’s surprisingly high quality. The comparison’s are unavoidable with this band appropriating the “S” bands early 70’s sound wholesale here, but actually doing a pretty fine job. In many respects, you could virtually consider it another “Santana” album and slot it happily between “Abraxas” & “Santana III” and be none the wiser. The highlight here is the second side, which is an excellent connected suite. If your starved for more music like that early Santana sound, this really hits the spot. That was probably/maybe it’s biggest problem when it was released. Santana itself had pretty much “been there, done that” and the style was a bit “last week” by ’75. Everyone else had moved on to either a slicker, more studio and less loose modern variation of the sound or had started to incorporate Disco/Funk elements into their music….”Chango” on the other hand, still sounds like 1971.
Killer latin rock that everyone compares to Santana for damn good reason. Even though it’s a bit derrivative, it still features killer guitar, a great rhythm section, hammond organ, great vocals, and percussion even more over-the-top than Santana’s. The compositions are very strong, and the playing is packed with explosive energy. Basically, this album kicks-ass.
Pont ilyet vártam volna Santanától de o csak Santanáskodni volt hajlandó :/
Del mas puro estilo de Santana. Pieza indispensable si te gusta este genero de Rock Latino. Es como haber encontrado un disco inedito del bueno de Carlos… Pero eso no significa que sean copias, sino todo lo contrario. Mucha calidad tanto instrumental como de composición. Excelente guitarra, buena percusion, mas occidentalizada, buen clima.
Holy s*#t! Santana should have sounded only half this good! It’s Latin flavored hard rock with excellent, full sound production, vocal harmony, and tremendous guitar. Bravo! Grades – 1 A-, and 4 B+’s, ultra consistent.
It really is a great album of extended guitar/bongo rock jams despite the Santana rip o… er, similarities, but that logo. Ech. Don’t get any of that logo on the carpet, please, Chango.