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Deep Purple – Fireball

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This vintage Harvest pressing has the kind of Tubey Magical Midrange that modern records rarely even BEGIN to reproduce. Folks, that sound is gone and it sure isn’t showing signs of coming back. If you love hearing INTO a recording, actually being able to “see” the performers, and feeling as if you are sitting in the studio with the band, this is the record for you. It’s what vintage all analog recordings are known for — this sound.

If you exclusively play modern repressings of vintage recordings, I can say without fear of contradiction that you have never heard this kind of sound on vinyl. Old records have it — not often, and certainly not always — but maybe one out of a hundred new records do, and those are some pretty long odds.

What The Best Sides Of Fireball Have To Offer Is Not Hard To Hear

No doubt there’s more but we hope that should do for now. Playing the record is the only way to hear all of the qualities we discuss above, and playing the best pressings against a pile of other copies under rigorously controlled conditions is the only way to find a pressing that sounds as good as this one does.

What We’re Listening For On Fireball

Side One

Fireball
No No No
Demon’s Eye
Anyone’s Daughter

Side Two

The Mule
Fools
No One Came

AMG 4 1/2 Star Review

One of Deep Purple’s four indispensable albums (the others being In Rock, Machine Head, and Burn), 1971’s Fireball saw the band broadening out from the no-holds-barred hard rock direction of the previous year’s cacophonous In Rock. Metal machine noises introduced the sizzling title track — an unusually compact but explosively tight group effort on which Jon Lord’s organ truly shined…

“The Mule” opened the vinyl album’s second side with what is perhaps Purple’s finest instrumental, and on the hyper-extended “Fools,” the bandmembers proved they could flirt with progressive rock without plunging off its cliff… And closing the album was the exceptional “No One Came,” where intertwining instrumental lines locked together beautifully, Gillan wove another entertaining yarn that was part autobiography and part Monty Python, and the often underrated skills of drummer Ian Paice helped the song sound so unreservedly fresh and intuitive that one could almost be convinced the band had winged it on the spot.

Sure, the following year’s Machine Head would provide Deep Purple with their commercial peak, but on Fireball, the formidable quintet was already firing on all cylinders.

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