okay so Brainchild's Healing of the Lunatic Owl is really scratching my "yes my first favorite album was a Chicago greatest hits comp and, no, I didn't like much of the stuff past their first few records even then" itch, y'know? but then we get to the obligatory "woman, woman, woman" track, which has both a proto-Iggy "feel all-RIGHT" and a bass solo so yeah nah sorry. oh and they just really truly ran through the whole "bad/glad/mad/sad" gamut so that's the end of that.

and now this Warm Dust album I was digging until they ushered in the gotdang most soulless take on the "Wednesday Night Prayer Meeting/Better Get Hit in Your Soul" handclap + sax break ever and this is just the first track (and it's a double alben!) but I'll persevere - the vintage jazz-rock crossover battlefield is basically my major stomping grounds right now, from both sides of the divide, though obviously Eddie Henderson and Julian Priester's first non-Mwandishi rekkids mop the floor with whatever chest-singing Soft Machine-digging cracker brass heads were puking up, as much as I dig summa' that vom. (The vocals and lyrics further on in And It Came To Pass just make me wanna' upchuck, though, nyuk nyuk.) 

ps I want to go back in time and find the Natalie Rose Kittenplan what thought Colosseum's live album was worth three-point-fucking-five-stars and give her a good talking to. s'bloody bloozey, for chrissakes! 1.5 tops. jeez, the things I've done in the past...