I admit, this made my A shelves after the Bellamy Brothers had softened me up some. But that was unjust to the Bellamy Brothers. The Eagles are smarmy, not soulful, pulchitrudinous, not purdy, pretentious cynics, not small-time conmen, multiplatinum titans, not singles artists, Topanga Canyon, not San Fernando Valley. Sure, their guitar goodies, tunesmanship, and zeitgeitheist were fun on the radio. But the next time I weeded my shelves they were tracked to the Reference collection. B-
