This is a blast of American rock hewn out of the experimentation and exploration taking place in the US ‘pop’ scene through the middle sixties and a healthy love of urban US blues. It is a true classic and has no other title than the group’s name: The Doors.
This is their first album and it propelled them into the international gaze. Jim Morrison, the vocalist, was considered something of an emergent superstar poet (Rimbaud his uber-hero) but here he is the rock-vocalist supreme. Sadly he was also a master at self-destruction and died in his bath in Paris in his mid-twenties. Only two of their subsequent studio albums come even close to this.