Reviewing this sort of album is a bit like dissecting a meat pie after you’ve eaten it. I could resort to pages of pseudo intellectual wofflé, or I could do Charles Shaar Murray and wax effusively. The safest bet is to say that this album is superb, and Ain’t No Saint and Make No Mistake sum the whole album up. There’s some thing for everyone here. So this can’t be bad at all.
1 March 1977