Rick Parfitt was always one of those stars that you loved, even when you would not necessarily listen to his band. He would pop up on pop shows, remember them, and give you a laugh. This changed for me when Quo released their two acoustic albums, which should be the dumbest thing for a band known for just being loud and playing 3 chords repeatedly. Instead it opened up the songs and showed you the amount of monster tunes living within their healthy back catalogue which I then went back and consumed hungrily. Show God those three chords, dude!
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