Grand Rapids, MI. A good friend who was a year ahead and in college pulled up in his car, held up the album, and said, “you gotta hear these guys!”
I was attracted to the hard hitting, no BS, upbeat sound of the band, The Big Man’s” horn, and the working man’s lyrics. They sounded exactly like what they intended to be, everybody’s favorite hard working bar band from Jersey, and a guaranteed good time if you rolled up on their show with a hot date in your hot rod.
Unfortunately, at least for me, the stuff that came after just didn’t have the same appeal.