There's often a good reason why albums remain out of print for 30 years. Ray Manzarek's The Golden Scarab is a case in point. It sucks. He can be forgiven the endless recycling of his "Riders On The Storm"-style keyboard vamping. But the sub-Morrisonian spoken introductions with which he opens every track are risible. "And myself said to me, 'Why are you waiting? I've always been at your side, can't you see me?' " he intones. Even Jim at his dumbest, stinkiest drunk would have pissed himself laughing.
There’s often a good reason why albums remain out of print for 30 years. Ray Manzarek’s The Golden Scarab is a case in point. It sucks. He can be forgiven the endless recycling of his “Riders On The Storm”-style keyboard vamping. But the sub-Morrisonian spoken introductions with which he opens every track are risible. “And myself said to me, ‘Why are you waiting? I’ve always been at your side, can’t you see me?’ ” he intones. Even Jim at his dumbest, stinkiest drunk would have pissed himself laughing.
