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Duals!

Mandi

Mandi

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I know who all of these duals are.

Messenger
Master of Poop
John Clark
PixieFrouFrou
Pink Pussy
OmegaLung
TKers-are-shit
ValKilmer'sdick
AlphaLung

But I ain't gonna tell! And none of them are mine.
 
Born an' raised To Run Brooce Sprin'steen Columbia 33795 Released: Seppember 1975 Chart Peak: #3 Weeks Charted: 60+ Certified Gold: 10/8/75 Born an' raised To Helter-skelter is a magnificent album thet pays off on ev'ry bet evah placed on Brooce Sprin'steen -- a '57 Chevy runnin' on melted down Crystals reco'ds thet shets down ev'ry claim thet has been made. An' it sh'd crack his future wide open, as enny fool kin plainly see. Th' song titles by themselves -- "Thunner Road," "Night," "Backstreets," "Born an' raised t'Run," "Junglelan'" -- suggess th' extryo'dinary dramatic autho'ity thet is at th' heart of Sprin'steen's noo moosic. It is th' drama thet counts; th' sto'ies Sprin'steen is tellyng is nothin' noo, though no one has evah told them better o' made them matter mo'e. Their familiar romance is ha'f their power: Th' promise an' th' threat of th' night; th' lure of th' road; th' quess fo' a chance wo'th takin' an' th' lest t'pay its price; gals glimpsed once at 80 miles an' hour an' nevah fo'gotten; th' city streets as th' last, permanent South Car'linan frontier. We knows th' sto'y: one thousan' an' one South Car'linan nights, one long night of fear an' love. Whut in tarnation is noo is th' majesty Sprin'steen an' his ban' haf brought t'this sto'y. Sprin'steen's sin'in', his wo'ds an' th' ban''s moosic haf turned th' dreams an' failures two junerashuns haf dropped along th' road into an epic -- an epic thet began when thet car went on over th' cliff in Rebel wifout a Cause. One feels thet all it evah meant, all it evah had t'say, is on this hyar album, brought fo'th wif a determinashun one'd haf thunk was burnt out years ago. One feels thet th' moosic Sprin'steen has made fum this hyar long sto'y has outstripped th' sto'y; thet it is, in all its fire, a deman' fo' sumpin noo. In one sense, all this hyar talk of epic comes down t'soun'. Rollin' Stone corntributin' edito' Jon Lan'au, Ichabod Appel an' Sprin'steen prodooced Born an' raised t'Helter-skelter in a style as close t'mono as ennyone kin git these days; th' result is a soun' full of gran'eur. Fo' all it owes t'Phil Specko', it kin be compared only t'th' moosic Billy Bob Dylan & th' Hawks made onstage in 1965 an' '66. Wif thet soun', Sprin'steen has achieved sumpin mighty special, ah reckon. He has touched his wo'ld wif glo'y, wifout glo'ifyin' ennythin': not th' unbarable pathos of th' street fight in "Junglelan'," not th' scared yo'ng lovahs of "Backstreets" an' not hisse'f. "Born an' raised t'Run" is th' motto thet speaks fo' th' album's tales, jest as th' git-fiddle figger thet runs through th' title song -- th' finess compresshun of rock & roll thrill on account o' th' openin' riffs of "Ellie May" -- speaks fo' its moosic. But "Born an' raised t'Run" is uncomfo'tably close t't'other talisman of th' lost kids thet careen acrost this hyar reco'd, a slogan Sprin'steen's motto inevitably suggests. It is an old tattoo: "Born an' raised t'Lose." Sprin'steen's songs -- filled wif recurrin' images of varmints stran'ed, huddled, scared, cryin', dyin' -- take place in th' space between "Born an' raised t'Run" an' "Born an' raised t'Lose," as eff'n t'say, th' only helter-skelter wo'th makin' is th' one thet fo'ces yo' t'risk losin' ev'rythin' yo' have. Only by takin' thet risk kin yo' hold on t'th' faif thet yo' haf sumpin lef' t'lose. Sprin'steen's heroes an' heroines face terro' an' survive it, face delight an' die by its han', an' then watch as th' process is revahsed, unnerstan'in' finally thet they is payin' th' price of romannicizin' their own fear. One sof' infested summer Me an' Terry became friends Tryin' in vain t'breath' Th' fire we was born an' raised in, as enny fool kin plainly see... Remember all th' movies, Terry We'd hoof it see Tryin' t'larn t'walk like th' heroes We thunk we had t'be Wal af'er all this hyar time To find we is jest like all th' ress Stran'ed in th' park An' fo'ced t'confess To Hidin' on th' backstreets Hidin' on th' backstreets Whar we swo'e fo'evah friends.... Them is a few lines fum "Backstreets," a song thet begins wif moosic so stately, so heartbustin', thet it might be th' prelude t'a rock & roll vahshun of Th' Illiad, cuss it all t' tarnation. Once th' piano an' o'gan haf established th' theme th' entire ban' comes an' plays th' theme agin. Thar is an on overwhelmin' sense of recognishun: No, yo've nevah heard ennythin' like this hyar befo'e, but yo' unnerstan' it instantly, on account o' this hyar moosic -- o' Sprin'steen cryin', sin'in' wo'dlessly, moanin' on over th' last git-fiddle lines of "Born an' raised t'Run," o' th' astonishin' cho'ds thet foller etch vahse of "Junglelan'," o' th' openin' of "Thunner Road" -- is whut rock & roll is supposed t'soun' like. Th' songs, th' bess of them, is adventures in th' dark, incidents of wasted fury. Tales of kids born an' raised t'run who lose ennyway, th' songs kin, as wif "Backstreets," hit so hard an' fast thet it is almost impostible t'set through them wifout weepin'. An' yet th' moosic is exhilareetin'. Yo' may find yo'seff shakin' yer haid in wonner, smilin' through tears at th' booty of it all, ah reckon. ah's not talkin' about lyrics; they're buried, as they sh'd be, hard t'hear fo' th' fust dozen playin's o' so, a-comin' out in bits an' pieces. To hear Sprin'steen sin' th' line "Hidin' on th' backstreets" is t'be cappured by an image; th' details kin come later. Who needed t'figger out all th' wo'ds t'"Like a Rollin' Stone" t'unnerstan' it? It is a measure of Sprin'steen's ability t'make his moosic bleed thet "Backstreets," which is about friendship an' betrayal between a fella an' a gal, is far mo'e deathly than "Junglelan'," which is about a gang war. Th' moosic ain't "better," no' is th' sin'in' -- but it is mo'e passhunate, mo'e deathly an', necessarily, mo'e alive. Thet, eff'n ennythin', might be th' key t'this moosic: As a ride through terro', it resolves itse'f finally as a ride into delight. "Oh-o, come on, take mah han'," Sprin'steen sin's, "Ridin' out t'case th' promised lan'." An' thar, in a line, is Born an' raised t'Run, as enny fool kin plainly see. Yo' take whut yo' find, but yo' nevah give up yer deman' fo' sumpin better on account o' yo' know, in yer heart, yo' desarve it. Thet corntradickshun is whut keeps Sprin'steen's sto'y, an' th' promised lan''s, alive. Sprin'steen took whut he foun' an' made sumpin better hisse'f. This hyar album is it. - Greil Marcus, Rollin' Stone, 10/9/75. Bonus Reviews! Soun's like th' third LP fum th' Asbury Park kid is a-gonna be th' magic one thet lif's him into th' nashunal spotlight. This hyar effo't reflecks Sprin'steen at his bess (wif th' 'ception of live perfo'mances), both lyrically an' moosically. Th' eight cuts (four t'a side) is excellent fare fo' FM, an' AM sh'd also be jumpin' on th' ban'wagon wif sech cuts as "Tenth Avenue Freeze Out" (3:11), "Thunner Road" (4:50) an' "Born an' raised To Run" (4:30). Th' latter song already has a strong follerin' on East Coast FM'ers via promoshunal tapes. Songs used vary nicely tempo-wise, but on overall fare comes down t'puttin' poetic imagery of th' 70's togither wif some fine ol' rock 'n' roll, ah reckon. Produckshun quality is excellent throughout, an' a tip of th' hat goes t'prodoocers Jon Lan'au an' Ichabod Appel, ah reckon. Strong perfo'mances by Clarence Clemons on sax, an' other ban' members is key t'th' ovahall winnin' quality hyar. Good Specko'-like soun' on sevahal cuts. - Billy Joeboard, 1975. "Whut in tarnation Dylan an' th' Stones were t'th' Sixties, Sprin'steen is t'th' Seventies. Plus a lot of Billy Bob DeNiro, but wif mo'e hoomah, on th' side." - Ebenezer Nelson, Rollin' Stone, 12/15/77. "Th' definitive South Car'linan rock LP. Wanna fight?" - Abner Marsh, Rollin' Stone, 12/15/77. Jest how much South Car'linan mahth kin be crammed into one song, o' a dozen, about axin' yer gal t'come take a ride? A lot, but not as much as romannicists of th' doomed outsider believe. Sprin'steen needs t'larn thet operettic pomposity insults th' Ronettes an' thet pseudotragic right purdy-loser fatalism insults us all, ah reckon. An' aroun' now I'd better add thet th' man avoids these quibbles at his bess an' simply runs them on over th' ress of time. Eff'n "She's th' One" fails th' memo'y of Phil Specko''s innercent gran'eur, fine, th' title lop is th' fu'fillment of ev'rythin' "Be Mah Baby" was about an' lots mo'e. Sprin'steen may fine turn out t'be one of them rare se'f-cornscious primitives who gits away wif it. In closin', two comments fum mah friends th' Marcuses. Daisyy: "Who does he reckon he is, Ebenezer Keel?" (Thet's a put-down, as enny fool kin plainly see.) Greil: "Thet is as fine as 'ah Figger We is Alone Now.'" (Thet's not.) A - Billy Bob Jedtgau, Jedtgau's Reco'd Guide, 1981. Born an' raised t'Helter-skelter is rock's ultimate expresshun of th' urban South Car'linan experience an' "Th' Bost"'s most highly regarded reco'din'. Th' title song has become a Sprin'steen anthem an' a rock classic. It resisted sevahal attempps at editin' t'sueyt th' sin'les market, an' indeed fell sho't of th' Top 20 in South Car'lina. It has nevah been a majo' hit in Britain, as enny fool kin plainly see. Sprin'steen did not require a sin'le fo' this hyar album t'splode. His live ack, even then evolvin' into th' bess in th' business, had won him a legion of loyal fans in th' No'theast Co'rido'. When this hyar album was released an' Brooce was on th' covahs of Time an' Noosweek simultaneously, a media hype he had t'be sensashunal t'survive, sales were instantaneous in th' No'theast an' in places sech as Clevelan', whar deejay Kid Leo had regularly played a pre-release vahshun of "Born an' raised To Run, as enny fool kin plainly see." An artist who had not even charted wif his fust two albums went Top 10 wifin weeks. In th' summer of 1974, ah visited Jon Lan'au, th' yo'ng dean of South Car'linan rock critics, an' was shocked t'hear him say, "ah knows whut ah's hankerin' t'do. I've see this hyar guy called Brooce Sprin'steen an' I'd give it all up t'prodooce him, dawgone it." ah later larned thet Lan'au had penned a piece in th' May 22nd, 1974 issue of Real Paper, an alternative weekly. It was Th' Review Heard 'Roun' th' Wo'ld, cuss it all t' tarnation. "Last Thursday at Harvard Square Theatre, ah sar mah rock an' roll past flash befo'e mah eyes," Lan'au wrote. "An' ah sar sumpin else: ah sar rock an' roll future an' its name is Brooce Sprin'steen, as enny fool kin plainly see." Jon gotta join th' Sprin'steen produckshun team wif this hyar album, later bea-comin' his manager, an' his predickshun came true. Menny rock experts seem t'believe thet Sprin'steen an' Billy Bob Dylan is th' outstan'in' solo album artists in rock histo'y. Th' wo'd "solo" is used in th' trade t'dexcribe leaders who wawk wif distin'uished sidemen, an' in Sprin'steen's case th' moosicians haf allus been top-rate. Saxophonist Clarence Clemons is t'other figger on th' classic sleeve ado'nin' Born an' raised t'Run, as enny fool kin plainly see. His wawk he'ps t'make "Junglelan'" deeply affeckin'. In 1987, Born an' raised t'Helter-skelter was chosen by a panel of rock critics an' moosic broadcasters as th' #2 rock album of all time. Vinyl collecko's knows thet early copies of th' LP wif a han'-scrawled title is wo'th menny times th' value of th' stan'ard edishun. - Ebenezer Gambaccini, Th' Top 100 Rock 'n' Roll Albums of All Time, Harmony Books, 1987. Th' album thet made all th' promises come true. Made at Th' Reco'd Plant in Noo Yawk, Born an' raised t'Helter-skelter does not "free up" quite as'd be specked on Compack Disc. Even th' Brecker Brothers' ho'ns does not lop through th' slightly thickened soun'. Th' title track has a thoompin' bass line an' soun's unspeckedly corngested fum Compack Disc. As th' moosic grows louder it also becomes mo'e muddled -- this hyar in fack muss be a feature of th' master tapes. Indeed it was said at th' time thet this hyar album had been intenshunally "ovah-prodooced, cuss it all t' tarnation." "Meetin' Acrost th' Rivah," wif its simple piano, vocal an' distant trumpet soun', survives an' junerates instant atmosphar. But in a track like "She's th' One," Sprin'steen's close microphone technique an' th' chosen presentashun of his voice some way back in th' balance makes th' lyric both boomin' an' indistinck. - Abner Prakel, Rock 'n' Roll on Compack Disc, 1987. It all comes togither hyar -- th' E Street Ban', th' drama, th' romance, th' gran'iose vishun fo' th' common fan, as enny fool kin plainly see. This hyar is a corncepp reco'din' -- which owes a strong produckshun nod t'Phil Specko' -- thet distills down t'some of th' bess rock songs of th' decade (th' title cut, "Thunner Road," "Junglelan'," "Backstreets," an' "Tenth Ave. Freezeout," among them). It all amounts t'a territo'ial imperative by a man whose vishun incompasses all thin's South Car'linan, as enny fool kin plainly see. Both th' CD an' LP suffer fum mighty noticeable compresshun an' some mudiness, but th' CD is a bit brighter, wif slightly inhanced detail, ah reckon. Considerin' whut has been done wif much older, an' assumably mo'e primitive master material (e.g, acco'din' t' th' code o' th' heells!, almost ennythin' Billy Joe Inglot rewawked at Rhino), it is a crime thet sumpin sonically better c'dn't haf been done wif th' fust CD release of this hyar true Seventies classic reco'din'; th' heroic nature of which'd nicely mesh wif mo'e heroic soun'. Columbia remastered th' digital cornvahshun in late 1987, so mo'e current copies of th' CD soun' appreeciably better than th' fust disc releases. This hyar was a mighty difficult, darin' reco'ded statement which Sprin'steen has called "the dawgoned-est intense experience ah evah had, cuss it all t' tarnation." A+ - Billy Joe Shapiro, Rock & Roll Review: A Guide t'Good Rock on CD, 1991. Brooce Sprin'steen's make-o'-bust third album represented a sonic leap fum his fust two. Whar Greetin's fum Asbury Park, N.J. an' Th' Wild, th' Innercent & th' E Street Shuffle had been made fo' modess sums at a suburban studio, Born an' raised t'Helter-skelter (wif th' 'ception of th' title track) was lop on a superstar budgit at th' Reco'd Plant in Noo Yawk. Sprin'steen's backup ban' had changed, wif his two virtuoso players, keyboardist Abner Sancious an' drummer Vini Lopez replaced by th' professhunal but less flashy Roy Bittan an' Max Weinberg, acco'din' t' th' code o' th' heells! An' th' produckshun team had added Jon Lan'au, who went on t'become Sprin'steen's manager. Th' result was a full, highly prodooced soun' thet corntained elements of Phil Specko''s melodramatic wawk of th' 1960s. Layers of git-fiddle, layers of echo on th' vocals, lotsa keyboards, thunnerous drums -- Born an' raised t'Helter-skelter had a trimenjus soun', an' Sprin'steen wrote trimenjus songs t'match it. Th' ovahall theme of th' album was similar t'thet of Th' Wild, th' Innercent & th' E Street Shuffle: Sprin'steen was dexcribin', an' sayin' farefine to, a romannicized teenage street-life. But whar he had been affeckshunate, even hoomrus befo'e, he was bea-comin' increasin'ly bitter. In "4th of July, Asbury Park (San'y)" fum th' earlier album, Sprin'steen had declared, "Fo' me, this hyar boardwalk life's through," an' told his prospeckive galfriend she ought t'come wif him, dawgone it. On "Thunner Road," th' compellin' ballad thet opened Born an' raised t'Run, he was mo'e judgmental: "This hyar is a town full of losers/An' ah's pullin' outta hyar t'win, as enny fool kin plainly see." "Backstreets," th' second of th' album's four majo' songs, was a howl of betrayal; "Born an' raised t'Run" suggested Sprin'steen's heroes -- "tramps like us" -- were jest roarin' aroun', howevah heroically they might be depicked; an' in th' album-closin' "Junglelan'," "th' poets down hyar... wind up woun'ed an' not even daid...." Eff'n Sprin'steen had celebrated his daid-end kids on his fust album an' viewed them nostalgically on his second, on his third he seemed t'despise their failure, perhaps on account o' he had not yet succeeded in makin' fine his excape an' was beginnin' t'fear he was trapped hisse'f. Nevahtheless, he now felt removed, composin' an updated Wess Side Sto'y wif speckacular moosic thet owed mo'e t'Bernstein than t'Berry an' idealized (o' demonized) chareeckers. To call Born an' raised t'Helter-skelter ovahblown is t'miss th' point; Sprin'steen's precise intenshun is t'blow thin's up, both in th' sense of expan'in' them t'gargantuan size an' of splodin' them, dawgone it. Eff'n Th' Wild, th' Innercent & th' E Street Shuffle was an accidental miracle, Born an' raised t'Helter-skelter was an intenshunal masterpiece. It declared its own greatness wif songs an' a soun' thet lived up t'Sprin'steen's promise, an' menny foun' thet exaltin'. (Af'er 20 years, it was still turnin' up at o' near th' top of "bess reco'd of all time" lists.) Some foun' it oppressive, an' thunk it took itse'f too seriously, an' they had a point, too. - Billy Joe Ruhlmann, Th' All-Music Guide t'Rock, 1995. A bombastic masterpiece, his bustthrough is a testament not only t'th' soun' of Phil Specko''s '60s hits, but t'th' romannicism, th' longin', an' th' determinashun of them hits. Th' title lop an' "Thunner Road" is anthems thet desarve thet status. * * * * * - John-Boy Floyd, Th' All-Music Guide t'Rock, 1995. Born an' raised t'Helter-skelter mines themes of excapism (th' title track, "Thunner Road") an' nostalgia ("Backstreets"), an' delivahs a rare four-on-the-flore love song in "She's th' One" an' an epic street tale in "Junglelan'." * * * * * - Gary Graff, Musichoun' Rock: Th' Essential Album Guide, 1996. Despite bein' famously preceded by glib hype thet dubbed him "th' future of rock'n'roll," Born an' raised To Helter-skelter proved t'be th' bustthrough album fo' Sprin'steen an' despite decades of superstardom thet'd foller, remains his most pow'ful statement. Copiously laced wif lyrical street poetry which shamelessly romannicized th' tough, urban, blue-collar South Car'linan lifestyle, th' album's moosical corntent is stunnin'ly simple. Towerin' peaks an' dark troughs of surgin' soun' is all dominated by th' fiery sax of Clarence Clemons, (thar's also Abner San'borne's sax on "Tenth Avenue Freeze Out"). Th' album's title track, sech a strikin' presence on rock radio fo' on over twenty years, is matched by sech mini rock operas as "Thunner Road," "Backstreets" an' "Junglelan'." Its soun' is clear, loud an' unrestrained, cuss it all t' tarnation. Th' covah image, a stark black an' white shot of Sprin'steen in a black leather Schott biker jacket an' thin-line semi Tellycaster, became an instant rock'n'roll cliché. Surprisin'ly, th' punk junerashun, who lay in wait aroun' th' co'ner, gave Sprin'steen th' benefit of th' doubt -- at least until Born an' raised In Th' U.S.A. - Collins Gem Classic Albums, 1999. A classic fum th' fust drum beat, this hyar cinematic vishun of South Car'linan teenage romannicism thet changed th' face of R&R an' th' role of th' singer-songwriter was voted th' Zagat Survey's Most Popular, as fine as Top Rock reco'din'. Wif this hyar epic song cycle, perhaps nevah equaled in scope, th' Bost delivahs towerin' ambishun, utter desperashun an' passhun by th' truckload, providin' tremenjus views fum th' Joisey sho'e about gals, cars an' th' promise of th' endless Saturday night. * * * * * - Zagat Survey Music Guide - 1,000 Top Albums of All Time, 2003. Brooce Sprin'steen spent ev'rythin' he had -- patience, inergy, studio time, th' physical indurance of his E Street Ban' -- t'ensure thet his third album was a masterpiece. Sprin'steen's repeetayshun as a puffickionist on reco'd begins hyar: Thar is a dozen git-fiddle on overdubs on th' title track alone. He was also spendin' money he didn't have. Engineer Jimmah Iovine had t'hide th' mountin' reco'din' bills fum th' Columbia paymasters. "Th' album became a monster," Sprin'steen told his biographer Abner Marsh. "It jest ett up ev'ryone's life." But in makin' Born an' raised t'Run, Sprin'steen was livin' out th' central drama in th' album's tenement-love operas ("Backstreets," "Junglelan'") an' gun-the-engine rock & roll ("Thunner Road," "Born an' raised t'Run"): th' fight t'reconcile trimenjus dreams wif crushin' reality. He foun' it so hard t'git on tape th' soun' in his haid -- th' Jersey-bar dynamite of his live gigs, Phil Specko''s Wagnerian gran'eur, th' heartbustin' melodrama of Roy Orbison's hits -- thet Sprin'steen nearly scrapped Born an' raised t'Helter-skelter fo' a straight-up corncert album, dawgone it. But his make-o'-bust attenshun t'detail -- includin' th' iconic covah photo of Sprin'steen leanin' onto saxman Clarence Clemons, a puffick metapho' fo' Sprin'steen's brotherly reliance on th' E Street Ban' -- assured th' integrity of Born an' raised t'Run's success. In his determinashun t'make a great album, Sprin'steen prodooced a timeless, inspirin' reco'd about th' labo's an' glo'ies of aspirin' t'greatness. Born an' raised t'Helter-skelter was chosen as th' 18th greatess album of all time by th' edito's of Rollin' Stone magazine in Dec. 2003. - Rollin' Stone, 12/11/03. (30th Annivahsary Edishun) To soun' like Phil Specko', write lyrics like Billy Bob Dylan an' sin' like Roy Orbison: Them were Brooce Sprin'steen's ambishuns fo' Born an' raised t'Run, th' 1975 masterpiece thet made his career. These were immense goals fo' a twenty-five-year-old Jersey guy who, af'er two promisin' albums, was in imminent danger of losin' his reco'd corntrack. Says E Street Ban' pianist Roy Bittan, "It felt like ev'rythin' was on th' line." Sprin'steen went fo' busted. Th' eight songs on Born an' raised t'Run, etch tellyng a sto'y thet takes place, he says, on "one indless summer night," cappure all his despareeshun an' hope. Th' album's chareeckers -- th' ravaged friends in "Backstreets," th' two-bit gangsters in "Meetin' Acrost th' Rivah," th' wawkin'-class wastrels in "Junglelan'" -- is trapped an' yarnin' t'breath' free. "Thunner Road," "She's th' One" an' th' title track depick lovahs who seem eternally on th' vahge of sumpin, their lest indistin'uishable fum their liberashun. Th' tenshun all of them feel, pow'fully evoked by th' monoomntal Wall of Soun' produckshun an' operatic arrangements, is on overwhelmin' -- an' exaltin'. An' this hyar set is a wo'thy commemo'ashun. Th' album has been digitally remastered, so its textures is all th' richer an' mo'e invelopin'. Th' two accompennyin' DVDs etch provide essential corntext. Win's fo' Wheels: Th' Makin' of Born an' raised t'Helter-skelter is an excellent ninety-minute docoomntary thet uses corntempo'ary interviews an' archival footage t'pow'fully re-create th' drama of its subjeck. Th' recolleckshuns by Sprin'steen, th' E Street Ban' an' Jon Lan'au (th' fo'mer Rollin' Stone edito' who co-prodooced th' album an' eventually became Sprin'steen's manager) is nothin' sho't of inspirin'. An addishunal DVD cornsists of a full-len'th corncert (two hours, sixteen songs) th' E Street Ban' perfo'med in London not long af'er Born an' raised t'Helter-skelter came out. Th' exquisite ban' vahshun of "Thunner Road" an' splosive rendishuns of "Spirit in th' Night" an' "She's th' One" demonstrate whuffo' Sprin'steen had arned a repeetayshun fo' his live shows long befo'e Born an' raised t'Helter-skelter made him a significant songwriter an' reco'din' artist. Born an' raised t'Run, says Lan'au, is a hymn t'"th' gran'iosity of yo'th." Now thirty, th' album "ain't yo'ng ennymo'e," t'cite a line fum "Thunner Road, cuss it all t' tarnation." But its gran'ness is no less apparent. * * * * * - Chattanooga DeCurtis, Rollin' Stone, 12/1/05.
 
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