Maybe itвЂ™s the spiritual angle вЂ“ I donвЂ™t know that any band epitomized the phony, cheap spirituality of the Sixties like they did, but even though I know itвЂ™s unforgivably shallow, their millimeter-deep philosophizing still has a sort of weird charm. Maybe they touch the hippie dippie place deep in my soul that I try my best to pretend isnвЂ™t there. I canвЂ™t even tell you why I like The Moody Blues. What other rock band ever consisted of a guitarist, a bassist, a drummer, a Mellotronist, and a flautist (and this predating Jethro Tull by a couple of years)? The Moodies were unlike anyone else on the scene, and still are. All these groups give prominence to their vocal work, and all still adhere to the basic English rock instrumentation (guitars, bass, drums, occasional organ or piano) with occasional orchestral augmentation.вЂќ This couldnвЂ™t be further from the truth вЂ“ The Moody Blues were completely unique in their musical configuration. MillerвЂ™s assessment that вЂњThe Moody Blues are part of the English rock group family that includes as nearest relatives the Hollies, the Beatles, and the Who. Ironically almost every one of the rock tracks has something to recommend it-but what might have been a quite capable, even exciting, album is willfully turned into something musically akin to MiloвЂ™s chocolate cotton. вЂњвЂ¦what is obviously a fine, tight English rock group has chosen to strangle itself in contextual goo. I probably canвЂ™t describe the band any better than Jim Miller did in the first Rolling Stone magazine review of a Moody Blues album way back on December 7, 1968: I am perfectly aware that I should be spending the next several paragraphs telling you how really awful their albums are. So IвЂ™ll go ahead and be brutally honest for a minute вЂ“ I know if there were any justice in the universe at all, The Moody Blues would be viciously and mercilessly pilloried in every review they ever got. I am fully cognizant of the irony of giving a positive review to a band like The Moody Blues on a website called вЂњBrutally Honest Rock Album ReviewsвЂќ. And I really, really, really hate bad poetry. I hate overblown pretension, and they were pretty much the gold standard of pretension in the Sixties. I know there is a lot I should hate about them. They are the guiltiest of guilty pleasures вЂ“ but IвЂ™m gonna go ahead and plead guilty on this one. I know no rational, reasonable human being could come up with one single, solitary defensible reason that justifies liking The Moody Blues. The Moody Blues вЂ“ In Search of the Lost Chord

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