'Probably the funkiest hit single ever to come out of the San Francisco rock scene (at least if you don't count Sly and the Family Stone as part of that scene which the Haight-Ashbury bunch definitely didn't). It's a complete racial / musical collision too: a Mexican-American guitar player steeped in the salsa of the Eastern Carribean playing a black blues song written by a British / Jewish guitarist turned fundamental Christian. What's amazing is how well the smouldering power of Santana's guitar and the husky yearning of the vocal have held up - a lot better than anything the other members of San Francisco's psychedelic squadron can claim.'
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