Kicking off the most exhaustive exhumation yet of ' early-'70s catalog, the remastered readily takes its place among the era's most crucial debuts, a hard-rocking, free-flowing, and, above all, anarchic monster that opens with the definitive statement of yippie intent, and doesn't look back. Titled for radical 's book of the same name, remains a manifesto for the revolution that never quite got off the ground, a gutsy affirmation that were never to eclipse. Originally released as a January 1971 single, also appears among the bonus tracks in its edited (three-minute) 45 rpm format, together with its turbulent B-side, the similarly barnstorming And it must be admitted that anybody entering the realm of from those points of view is in for at least a few surprises. While and certainly adhere to the band's rockiest tendencies, the sounds like nothing so much as those other pink things, circa , while has a distinct tinge to it. Other moods float in and out of focus before returns to central for the live crowd-pleaser -- present in both its 11-minute LP form and, among the bonus tracks, the 12-minute prototype that was one of the band's first studio attempts at the piece. Needless to say, both are as relentless as the title insists -- and as fiery as ' own reputation demand they should be. ~ Dave Thompson