One of rock’s jauntier doomsdays, a feeling solidified for me by its status of party fixture on my college bar jukebox. Jaunty doesn’t always mean friendly, though. Creedence keep things brisk, lean and simple, and there’s only a touch of wildness in John Fogerty’s voice. “Bad Moon Rising” has no patience for melodrama, and this cold matter-of-factness is its strength: Fogerty and his boys know what’s coming and sound ready for it – they’re just passing the word on to you, and leaving you to deal with it as you can.

Score: 7

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