RECORDS

I remember the trip—well, maybe not that trip, or any of the other trips you could be thinking that I think I remember—but the, uh, trip down to the local rec’d racks of the notso-nearby vinyl emporium (way back when) where I picked myself up a copy of the just-out Stooges Raw Power, and, on first listen, found it sort of (there’s no way around admitting this) sort of sub-listenable.