I am one of those "rare" Buffalo Springfield fans that actually became a fan when they were still together as a band. I remember seeing them at the Melodyland Theatre in Anaheim, California, back in the 1960's.
The people want this?
A heaviness hangs over the album, as well it should, but elsewhere on The Rising, Springsteen offers a possible antidote.
The central contradiction of rock has always been that it's both real and phony, both infallible and fallible, the way Jesus is both God and man. Every rock fan knows this somewhere deep down.