{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Acast","provider_url":"https://acast.com","height":250,"width":700,"html":"<iframe src=\"https://embed.acast.com/$/693f1a8d9278bf5c1cf41c23/69c6d739f4bf09c59905219d?\" frameBorder=\"0\" width=\"700\" height=\"250\"></iframe>","title":"Album 1. Track 8. Those About To Die","description":"<p><strong>THIS WEEK ON THE PROGRAM…</strong></p><p>Having returned from rubbing elbows with actual rock royalty (and surviving), your hosts Chaz Charles and the Voluptuary of Sound Doctor Glund descend once more into the sacred text of&nbsp;<em>Colosseum</em>—armed with nothing but sharp ears, questionable memory recall, and a bag of contraband jelly beans.</p><p>This week’s mission: the thunderous, mind-expanding, utterly undeniable closing statement of the debut album…</p><p><strong>THOSE ABOUT TO DIE </strong>And yes… it absolutely earns the title.</p><p><strong>TRACK UNDER THE MICROSCOPE:</strong></p><p><em>Those About To Die</em>&nbsp;– Colosseum The Doctor declares it without hesitation: <em>“If you don’t know Colosseum… THIS is where you start.”</em></p><p>What follows is a full-blown sonic autopsy:</p><ul><li>Drums that don’t just keep time—they&nbsp;<strong>command it</strong></li><li>Organ work that lays down a&nbsp;<strong>thick, chugging carpet of groove</strong></li><li>Guitar and sax interplay so tight it may in fact be a single sentient organism</li><li>A band functioning less like individuals and more like a&nbsp;<strong>musical octopus with a PhD</strong></li></ul><p>Verdict:</p><p>This is not a song.</p><p>This is a&nbsp;<strong>controlled detonation of talent</strong>.</p><p><br></p><p><strong>TRACKS LISTENED TO / DIGRESSION ZONE (ABANDON HOPE):</strong></p><p>Because no episode is complete without veering wildly off course:</p><p>Eddie Hinton –&nbsp;<em>Something Heavy</em></p><p>→ Soul, grit, and a man absolutely refusing to let go of a groove</p><p>R.L. Burnside –&nbsp;<em>The Criminal Inside Me</em></p><p>→ Mississippi blues storytelling featuring:</p><ul><li>40 nickels</li><li>A bag of potato chips</li><li>And several imminent threats of bodily harm</li></ul><p>Kim Fowley –&nbsp;<em>Animal Man</em>&nbsp;/&nbsp;<em>Chinese Water Torture</em></p><p>→ A deeply unsettling descent into late-60s experimental madness</p><p>→ May or may not summon something into your home</p><p><br></p><p><strong>HIGHLIGHTS YOU DID NOT ASK FOR BUT ARE GETTING ANYWAY:</strong></p><ul><li>A wedding dance set to Colosseum (because romance is subjective)</li><li>A helicopter wedding over Niagara Falls (because gravity is optional)</li><li>Extensive discussion of “ass pockets” (science pending)</li><li>The phrase “bases drunk” permanently entering the lexicon</li><li>The realization that rock stars… might be lunatics</li></ul><p><br></p><p><strong>PRESCRIPTION:</strong></p><p>Take one dose of&nbsp;<em>Those About To Die</em>&nbsp;at maximum volume.</p><p>Repeat as needed until:</p><ul><li>Your face melts</li><li>Your neighbors complain</li><li>Or you begin explaining time signatures to strangers</li></ul><p>Avoid operating heavy machinery unless it is a Hammond organ.</p><p><br></p><p>Here's to ya Clay Cole, let's go grab a 'visky.</p>","author_name":"Chaz Charles and Dr. Porifera Glund"}