Shindig—the slick, moderately more mainstream British cousin of American ‘60s garage/psychedelic publications such as Ugly Things— is usually devoted to profiles and puffery. But the current issue has a delightfully snarky essay by Austin Matthews titled Snare Traps in the Forest of Delights. It excoriates rock drummers for indulging in endless solos, asking this pertinent question: “When [Eric] Clapton solos he’s accompanied by the entire band—why does Ginger [Baker] get to solo on his own?
Matthews’ take on Iron Butterfly’s “In-a-Gadda-da-Vida”:

A great rock song that they probably could have got an incredible five minutes out of is alarmingly extended by another 12, largely to incorporate the meandering solo shit-burps of all the members.

Matthews tries to see both sides of the issue, but ends with a “maybe… maybe not.” Essays in rock mags certainly can seem indulgent. This one reminds you that they have nothing on drum solos.