Review by Thom Jurek
There really isn't a whole lot to say here except this: "All Killer, No Filler." This is as fine a collection of Mitch Ryder & the Detroit Wheels as is likely to be assembled. It captures the man, the myth, and the magic of a young band firing on all burners, who, despite being exploited in virtually every way possible by their handlers, still managed to turn on the gas when it came to the recording studio. This 20-cut comp provides a definitive view of the very time when soul, classic rhythm & blues, early rock & roll, the emerging psychedelic scene, and the Detroit aesthetic all met, got tangled up, and then took over the world for a minute.