What’s better than a master guitarist pouring his guts out through his strings? How about two master guitarists simultaneously pouring their guts out through their strings? You read me? Do I hear three master guitarists?
With few exceptions, rock’s best live albums were recorded in the pre-MTV days as a cheap way to give fans a taste of what they missed if they couldn’t get tickets or were busy puking up Boone’s Farm wine in the arena toilets.