Oh snap! Chuck Berry sounds better than everything else I've heard so far in 2007. What is that, a fourth he blangs over and over, like The Edge, but without a delay pedal to do the heavy lifting for him? And get this -- he is a person telling a story with mild drama and unexpected details, and he sings it, and it's fifty years later and it still sounds like I'm overhearing him at a bar. And not loathing the experience, either.

You know, if it weren't for all the racists and sexists, the fifties might be an okay place.