I was listening to the Flamin’ Groovies album Slow Death today, a collection of the band’s demos and studio outtakes from the early 70s, which captures a transition period for the excellently-named band. After 1971’s fun Teenage Head album, which Mick Jagger famously (and falsely) declared better than the Stones’ own Sticky Fingers, the Groovies wouldn’t put out another album until 1975. By then they lost their lead singer, Roy Loney, and embraced a different sound — cleaner power pop instead of sloppy, fuzzed-out blues covers and garage rock. The highlight of the Slow Death compilation is the title track, performed awesomely below, with a stunning guitar lead that just drops away, leaving the listener in the lurch until it returns. Its one of those wonderful songs that never made a full-length “official” album, for some strange unknown reason. In the video, you have to love the haircuts and the sunglasses, but the maracas definitely win the day. I think Loney is singing lead, and he looks like he is trying to lead a jazzercise class, or help an airplane find the runway.