this one is a gimme for Hornsby's jumpstart chops which makes for a devastating affair with jer and the guys lockin' in.

Laconic and textural, devils hang loose. Chasms of endless spirals of blank fear only to be boingy wackjob cyberjazz, menacing, for OG 90's heads

High spirited and activated septet playing. Lengthy tonal solo and manic 7/4 takeoff

Blazing steamroller, Hornsby, flutterbird PITB. Elegant, direct, emblematic of the late style.

Mystical, blazing

WRS prelude stane-alone intro. (heady as fuck) This effect lands as if you are in the lobby atrium of a grand operatic presentation, mingling and preparing for the feast within the great doors. Get your money's worth of accurate reporting from the nether realms, beyond the orb, on this whirly-dirly DS, dude. Yeah, this finds the guys swirling around in their cauldrons mysterious goop. The stove starts getting almost too hot to handle with the fusion pyrotechnics, again instigated by our Bill at the midway point. Then it's like you say - who knows what could happen during Space. If you have a quadrophonic PA in your listening room that you are debating setting up, now might be the time to do that. Phil will shake your skull during this beautiful avant-garde section, all frequencies. Just gorgeous. It's all effortless, it all grooves hard, it's all probing. There is definitely an ambient mindset, in the sense that Eno meant it on his titular series of 4 albums (the manifesto of the early genre) to this DS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Overlooked, has punch and bite in spades. mmmmmmmm

Look out for the powerful bridge on this smoker unreleased Stella, possible to space yer butt to this shit! Phil so powerful, once again. Loping maze of beautiful chromaticism. A spire.

Lots of cowboy songs in set 2. Don't tell my professor, but I want to cut to that Dark Star a little quicker. Guess the race is on to do that

Billy is the comet force behind this notable china rider