THE BEAT GOES ON

What happened? After such an important and stunning record the Fudge went rancid. Too much crummy dope? Not enough? Who knows, but here you will find an LP that might be Rock's worst experiment. Imagine mixing ideas stolen from Mozart in with an annoying Sonny and Cher tune. Each member "does their own thing" with disastrous results.

Vanilla Fudge shows itself to be a its own caricature. There is zero creativity evident on this failed piece of vinyl, and The Beat Goes On will make you cringe at every turn. All the power and emotion heard on their debut is gone, and is replaced by some kind of lame- brained attempt at being knowing and relevant. What a mistake!

The Beat Goes On is self-important, and is surely insulting to even the least refined ears. It is a kind of dreck usually reserved for far lesser bands. Fortunately, VF dispelled this mess with their next album, and they left this record behind them as one would an embarrassingly smelly defecate.

The listener may regard this awful offering as a glitch from this great band, and the only enjoyment to be gleaned here is the laughing out loud that its vapid insipidity may elicit.