The Worst Best Album Series

1968: King Is Murdered

And the Worst Best Album is…

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It doesn’t take a hind-sighted weatherman to tell you which roof has been blown to bits by the latest white tornado, a man named Ray. Standing on the Lorraine balcony, waiting to go to supper, dead before he knew it or maybe, given certain premonitions, he knew it all along.