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Blue Oyster Cult gives no razzle, dazzle, just some fine rock'n'roll Well hello again, and fuck you. You may not think that I've heard about your all-night vigil waiting for Grateful Dead tickets, but I have. Do you really think that perhaps this time Jerry Garcia is really going to shave off his beard? I rather doubt it. After all, why shave your beard off for a few thousand people in Buffalo when in a couple of years Schick will give you a nice little bundle to do it for millions of people over the air waves (what's more cosmic?) on prime TV time. With one commercial a whole new world could open up for Jerry. Watch Jerry Garcia get creamed.\ He could even do Stridex commercials. But it's okay by me if you want to spend your money. I just wanted to warn you so you wouldn't be disappointed when he ended the concert just as furry as he started. What could be worse than waiting the night for that eventful moment when the cosmis J. lathers up; takes out a gleaming straightedge, and starts his transformation? (Hey, babe, wanna take a walk on the wild side.) Maybe, just maybe, he won't stop with only his face. Haven't the G.D. always been known for their encores. What Cosmic shockwaves as the audience lathers up and joins in . . . Ah, but we're only dreaming. —Kaplan same time. A quality that makes them the mo*t important and powerful (musically speaking) in rock and roll. gladly taken, B.O.C. has R&R in their blood. Not merely students using it intellectually, not primitives blind to it's power, but wizards who have the power and know how to use it. Every conceivable cliche in rock runs through their system but when these cliches surface they do so in contexts never before assumed. Everything is new yet familiar. The world of rock in a different light not merely re-arranged as one does his room. These boys are no slight of hand tricksters dealing rock's power and appeal off the bottom of the deck as they dazzle you with their omnibus of charades and theatrics. With B.O.C. every card holds rock's appeal. The cards are all familiar ones, but the game (rock) has never been played this way. Though it may not be a new game, at least it seems a new form, a new dimension. Crystalization occuring perhaps with the knowledge that a rock 'n roll band is theater, and does not use theater. Enough. Need I say you missed the one concert you should have dragged your ass to see. The only thing missing at that concert was you ... If you paid money to see a G.D. where nothing happens, maybe you'll know better next time. Hey Luce I Eric Bloom, the lead singer of Blue Oyster Cult, has a beard, but you wouldn't be interested in seeing him shave it off, or even dare ask. After all, when he sings \Transmaniacal he can't look like a pretty English rock star. He should look like an angel, and I don't mean the ones from Heaven. I mean the ones that are a lot closer to that other world and it's innkeeper. Eric even tries to speak like old Lucifer. \Hey Luce is that you. I can't see anything.\ But even old Luce isn't ready for these boys. The real thing A rock 'n roll band using theatrical gimmicks might seem dazzling at first, but it is not long before one's eye starts to wander and notice the occasional card coming off the bottom of the deck and you know you're being cheated. Though you might feel angry, for who doesn't cheat once in a while to get it up and who doesn't like taking part in a trick, there is no substitute for the real thing — B.O.C. Guided by Sandy Pearlman, who Sunday might was outfitted in a silver jacket which I and a few others with an eye or two for things-would have 'You can have my autograph. Think I'll write good health to you. ft. Mettzer, from \Stairway to the stairs,\ B.O.C. encore Read Gulcher by the same R. Meltzer and Body Count by Francine Schwartz. To borrow a word from R. Meltzer (the only), B.O.C. is pure crystal. They are the only band to truely by both primitive and sophisticated at the -I4y encore - The Boo-aton Rocker
