Blackfoot - Marauder
8.5 von 10 Punken
Erscheinungsjahr
1981
Label
Acto
Besetzung
Gesang & Gitarre: Rick “Rattlesnake” Medlocke
Bass: Greg T. Walker
Gitarre: Charlie Hargrett
Schlagzeug: Jakson “Thunderfoot” Spires
Bass: Greg T. Walker
Gitarre: Charlie Hargrett
Schlagzeug: Jakson “Thunderfoot” Spires
Tracklist
1. Good Morning
2. Payin´for it
3. Diary of a working Man
4. Too hard to handle
5. Fly away
6. Dry Country
7. Fire of the dragon
8. Rattlesnake Rock ´n Roller
9. Searchin´
2. Payin´for it
3. Diary of a working Man
4. Too hard to handle
5. Fly away
6. Dry Country
7. Fire of the dragon
8. Rattlesnake Rock ´n Roller
9. Searchin´
Datum: 31.05.2004 - Autor Jörg
GIVE ME AN FUCKIN`HELL YEAH!
English Version:
This album dare belong to the most known discs of the southern-rock-kings Blackfoot and is one of their strongest discs. The piece „Diary of a working man“ is with under the biggest hit, which Blackfoot could ever land. A magnificent, longing ballad, which drives one the tears in the eyes, Rick Medlocks grater organ gives the right touch to the song. The hard southern-boogie rolls on this disc like a unslaming goods train out of the speakers and let hardly time to breath. Here rage excellent hard rhythms the prairie and make just fun and spread a little bit wild wild west romance too. My both favorite-songs of Blackfoot descend from „Marauder“ too and it’s the with glorious impetous riffs fit out „Fly away“ and the murderous groovy „Rattlesnake Rock’n’Roller“, two absolute grenades for good atmosphere on every hardrock-party. In principle, everything has stayed at the old only that you even have fixed hooklines in almost every song here, which makes the pieces to unforgettable killers. Already like I have written at other Blackfoot-reviews, the four rednecks have played themself surprising fast into my heart and I can put near every sleaze-rock-fan to listen into one of the discs. In the best at this one, there you dare come quick to the opinion, that you have missed something over years. Driving, hard music with hooklines and ace melodies, already that it becomes right snotty playing, dare no sleaze-freak let cold. GIVE ME AN FUCKIN’ HELL YEAH! (Translation by Dominic)





