“Here’s how I got my mantra/Gave them 35 bucks now/Gave it to the Maharishi/It went to the organization,” recalls Neil Young in “Driftin’ Back,” the nearly half-hour slab of vintage acid-rock thud-bliss that opens his sprawling Psychedelic Pill. It’s Young’s second album with Crazy Horse this year following Americana, an album of domestic traditionals that sound like something Charles Ives might have concocted if he’d plied electric guitar on the cosmic tundra. With 43 years of on-again, off-again collaboration under their collective belt, Young and Crazy Horse (Ralph Molina, drums; Billy Talbot, bass; and Frank “Poncho” Sampedro, guitar) are one of hard rock’s more enduring and seminal combos. If there’s a valedictory quality to their latest releases—same chords, new songs, darker results—that’s all the more reason to stick your finger into their electric socket while you can. With Patti Smith.
Mon., Dec. 3, 7:30 p.m., 2012
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