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...Jack Bruce, 24, a quiet Scotsman who plays bass guitar and is the group's chief songwriter, sings with the same tremulous passion that Clapton brings to guitar playing. When he huffs into a harmonica and wails the blues in his slightly burred accent, Chicago's South Side takes on a Glasgow glow...
...skinny, goateed chap who looks vaguely like a molting broom, is only 20, most of the rock jockeys are pushing 30. Their natural habitat is the "jock booth," where, surrounded by stacks of 45-r.p.m. records, they suck on lemons, spray their throats, turn the treble up and the bass down, and wail. During an average three-hour program, they cram in six five-minute newscasts, twelve station breaks, 35 records and 54 commercials...
This, perhaps, is the only history that matters. But for the record, lead guitar John Hillman found harp-player Peter Ivers playing on a subway, and singer-bass player Gilbert Moses met Tschudin putting on plays in the NYU Drama Department. The previous friendship of Tschudin and Ivers brought the duos together, and the four auditioned for a drummer, luckily finding Jay Rubero. Ivers '68, a classics major who looks like a cross between Dennis the Menace and a Marvel superhero, proudly tells us that the new rock-and-roll group is based in Boston so he can finish college...
Looking a little like 21 boxes of Smith Brothers cough drops, these sons of the Dublin working class offer a musical effect somewhat like Saturday night in a pub just before the police arrive. Bass Ronnie Drew, 33, whose voice is like nothing so much as a bullfrog with a hangover, bestraddles the line with occasional forays a mile or so off pitch. Tenor Luke Kelly, 26, gives out what might be the mating call of a rusty file. Banjoist Barney McKenna, 27, Tin Whistler Ciaron Bourke, 32, and Fiddler John Sheahan, 28, round out the onslaught with glorious disregard...
...more to see and hear. Designers Ming Cho Lee and Jose Varona filled the New York State Theater stage with a zany array of colors and shapes, set off from time to time by flickering strobe lights and blats from offstage brass players. Soprano Beverly Sills and Bass-Baritone Norman Treigle curved their pliant voices brilliantly around the sinuous Rimsky-Korsakov melodies, and the results restored to life a witty, fantastic and unduly neglected score...