First off, Workingman's Dead is a brilliant album. Disregarding all the other factors that make it such a masterpiece, that it was the beginning of a whole new direction for the Dead, or even that it affirmed the Dead's place in rock-music history, by proving to the world what the Dead were capable of. Even ignoring all those factors which make it such a significant piece of work, purely on the music alone is one of the finest records ever made. But despite it's beautiful, laid-back, country-rock atmosphere, and Robert Hunter's lyrical wizardry, Workingman's Dead is not only a good album, but an extremely important one, in the development of the Grateful Dead, and the development of music as a whole. What makes the album all the more amazing, is what an incredible change of direction in style it represented for the Dead. Only a few months earlier, the Dead had released Live Dead, a double vinyl album, of transcendental, jaw-dropping psychedelia, which had once and for all set the Dead apart from the other, similarly styled, bands who emerged from the San Francisco scene, in 1966/67. In contrast, Workingman's is a rustic culmination of blues, country and bluegrass, combined with the Dead's own indefinable sound. It also brought the Dead a whole new audience, once which had largely ignored the band since their inception in the mid-60's, and who had little time for 35 minute long, spacey, psychedelic odysseys. This is not to say the Dead sold out to their psychedelic "roots" with the release of Workingman's Dead. Concert tapes from the time show that they were blending their new CSNY-sound, with long (almost) lyric-less, acid-rock trips. Workingman's allowed Robert Hunter's ability as a lyricist to shine. With lyrically intense songs like High Time, Black Peter, and New Speedway Boogie, the Dead were able to convey real feeling in their songs, through the words, rather than relying mainly on the music. The album segues from carefree optimism to tragedy and despair to hard travlin' blues, from one track to the next. Going from the gentle comforting of Uncle John's Band to the anguish-filled High Time to the cheery hopefulness of Dire Wolf to a tale of disaster tinged with the possibility of better times ahead, New Speedway Boogie to the fast-paced country-twang of Cumberland Blues to the bleak, death-ballad of Black Peter to Pigpen's railroad-blues Easy Wind finishing finally with Casey Jones. While there are perhaps better individual songs on other albums, and better live versions of the songs on Workingman's Dead than the one's present on the album, taken as a whole, it is still the finest studio album in the Dead's canon.