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Terry Reid
River (Water)

A decade or so after the late 1960s, which was the moment in rock history when British musician Terry Reid was going to, but didn't, become a rock star, people might have remembered a musician whose future once seemed like a sure thing. Time passed, and it became hard to remember the things that did happen, much less those that didn't, and Reid became another footnote – the guy who could have, but didn't, become Led Zeppelin's singer; who could have, but didn't, join Deep Purple; whose career was low-bridged by bad management and lawyers; who made a few nice but not great albums and disappeared.

River, released in 1973, was Reid's third album and, though he was only 23, his last real shot at the big time. Listen to it along with the first two, Bang, Bang, You're Terry Reid (1968), and Move Over for Terry Reid (1969), and what you take away is Reid's riveting voice, its high, almost fragile warble. The music is all over the map, with covers of Sonny Bono's "Bang, Bang" and Lorraine Ellison's "Stay with Me," among others, and a lot of Reid-penned material. The first two (and most coherent, if not necessarily best) albums were full of fuzz-laced R&B, some blues rock, and delicate, acoustic musings that were in step with the late '60s. River, on the other hand, features seven cuts, five recorded with a band that included David Lindley on various stringed instruments and Willie Bobo on percussion, and two, from earlier sessions, with Reid singing and playing acoustic guitar.

Listening to River is maddening; the album threatens to lift off but never quite does. The eclectic mix of styles ("Dean" is a funky, laid-back rocker; "Things to Try" and "Live Life" sound like L.A. country rock; the title cut is built around a lazy Latin-flavored groove) shows an artist whose broad tastes tend to leave his essential character out of focus. It isn't until the final cuts, "Dream" and "Milestones," that a flesh-and-blood Reid seems to emerge. His voice is evocative, and the songs are dreamy and resigned, as if he could see his future when he wrote them. Reid never fulfilled his promise, but his work is equal or superior to that of many of his better-known peers. (J.H. Tompkins)