![]() Along the way, Traffic metamorphosed from an incense-scented psychedelic-pop outfit with heavy soul overtones into a folkier, jammier, proggier, jazzier outfit, trafficking (sorry) in 11-minute songs with lots of saxophone solos. Fantasy and concluding with 1974’s severely underrated When the Eagle Flies. In any case, here comes a deluxe vinyl box collecting six of Traffic’s studio albums, starting with 1967’s astonishing debut Mr. Now, I can’t say whether Traffic’s brief appearance in a Marvel movie has singlehandedly raised the English band’s profile to the highest point it’s been in decades. I can’t have been the only one who interpreted it as a loving tribute to Stan Lee. Fantasy” blasted out of the speakers, its buzzing-bee guitars serving not just as a “Comedy Tonight”-style opening number for the film, but offering, perhaps, a philosophical mantra for what we were about to see-a psychotropic commentary on the power of escapism. For me, it came during the movie’s opening passages, when Traffic’s “Dear Mr. For me, the most exciting part of Avengers: Endgame wasn’t when our comic-book pals tumbled through time, or space-punched the bad guys, or saved the world from kingdom plum.
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