They showed frustrating glimpses of greatness, among all that sloppy noodling the Deadheads just go berzerk for:
- The borderline prog of
Terrapin Station and
Blues for Allah had their moments, as did a number of Bob Weir's songs.
- Live, there'd be the occasional flash of improvisational brilliance, when they were actually all on the same page
rather than stumbling in half-a-dozen directions.
- And on record, they could be a good, solid, eclectic, and interestingly non-purist blues/country/folk/rock hybrid, whose best songs
genuinely managed to add to the canon of Americana instead of just copying the greats. Not my favorite style, but they did it well. Workingman's Dead is a classic of that sort.
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