Chris Hillman and Gram Parsons' shining hour. They pedal steel through country originals, pay tribute to Dan Penn and do some affecting gospel pastiche. They also do quaint hippie Vietnam stuff at the end of both LP sides, but let's forgive 'em. Sneaky Pete shines, harmony singing like brothers separated at birth, and songwriting so out of this world they didn't have names for it yet ('Hot burrito #1', 'Hot burrito #2'). Cosmic, they called it. Weird name for something so human.
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