After the Beatles set the blueprint for what rock and roll could be, numerous bands emerged and expanded what has now deemed to be the classic rock sound. From unforgettable vocals to crazy guitar riffs that amp you up, here are my picks for 7 Classic Rock Songs for your “Best Workout Songs Playlist“, so you can reminisce the good old days while smashing those plates. Ooohh! I’m a poet… I didn’t even know it.
7. All Along The Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix
Incredible guitar. Jimi Hendrix is always known as the unimaginable guitar God – but his singing is WAY UNDERRATED. In this song, he tears it up! Rolling Stone says, “Jimi, more than any other player, has extended the voice of amplified guitar to an incredible new range of emotive sounds.”
6. Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin
No rock ballad has ever had a more doomy opening track: “We come from the land of the ice and snow.” Robert Plant was imagining about the Vikings and composed it in the voice of a Norse chieftain, commanding a sea invasion and reckoning to die. Page’s dark staccato riff could terrify Thor into surrendering, and Plant’s Tarzan holler scores another layer of primal barbarism.
5. Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks
4. (Don’t Fear) The Reaper by Blue Öyster Cult
What a masterpiece! With its ghostly guitars and cowbell, “Reaper” has added chills to horror flicks from Halloween to Supernatural. Rolling Stone critics picked this Long Island band’s death trip as the best rock single of 1976.
3. You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC
2. Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen
Long before Sir Mix-A-Lot confessed that he preferred “big butts and can not lie,” Queen showed the world that “fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round.” They say he was wild, arrogant, and reckless. We knew that. He definitely wasn’t meek, timid, or fearful. He also wasn’t tedious. A flawed King he may be. But Freddie is still a Queen. Who would have it any other way?
1. Back in Black by AC/DC
Infectious hooks and riffs, a Greek chorus of guitars, a vocalist who does everything but sing — and cranked them up to plutonium-strength power. The Youngs are in charge of the musical mayhem, hammering out one Herculean riff after another on the rhythm-section anvil of bassist Cliff Williams and drummer Phil Rudd. Beside his hamfisted, almost percussive rhythm-guitar playing, brother Angus runs riotously up and down the neck of his axe, peeling off banzai solos that are the studio equivalents of his notorious schoolboy tantrums onstage. Unfortunately, most people can’t understand the talent because of the noise. AC/DC may not be everybody’s cup of comfort, but they’re not Rock & Roll’s nincompoops either.