1111. eve of destruction

In which we start at the end (of the world, that is) — the band known as the Raiders take on Barry Maguire’s way-too-serious 1965 end times mega-hit, add some showbiz schmaltz and set us all free. Because it’s one of those eternal truths. The Apocalypse is nigh, the fan is being hit by shit. Always has been, always will be. And yet, some of the music’s been amazing. It’s almost as if there’s a point to it all.



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