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After The Gold Rush
This guy has hopped genres so many times you can sometimes forget just which ones he excels at (hint: not barroom R&B or electronic music.) To my mind, Neil's at his best on those albums where he drifts between sublime folk and hard rock. After The Gold Rush is one of those albums, where the quiet "Tell Me Why" and blowout "Southern Man" can co-exist without jarring the listener.
Rust Never Sleeps
There are only a handful of songs I can vividly remember hearing for the first time; "Hey Hey, My My (Into The Black)" is one of them - Summer of '79, I was in Wyoming with my buddies working on the railroad, heading east from Moorcroft to our campsite home. Unmistakably Neil, but so distorted I was sure we didn't have the station tuned in properly. Yet, it sounded strangely right and I loved it. Little did I know that Neil had created grunge. Of course, I discovered later that's how it was supposed to sound, and it felt brilliant. Even more brilliant was the way "Hey Hey..." formed the back bookend in a concept album that started with a spare acoustic treatment of essentially the same song, and grew sonically until Neil created the blueprint that Nirvana, et al, would follow more than a decade later.

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