Reviewed by Neil Brennan

One thing you learn very quickly about reviewing for this ground breaking 'zine is that you have to take the rough with the smooth. Last month, I was supplied with a country offering when my own liking for C&W goes only as far as a joke about it is "The Blues Brothers". You know, the one where they're in a decidedly redneck record shop and ask what type of music they stock. "We got both kinds," replies the assistant. "Country AND western!" Now I'm lumbered with jazz, my knowledge of which extends as far as Duke Ellington, some Italian geezer called Count Baresi and copping an earful of a few back room sessions in Nottingham's Bell Inn boozer. Yet despite my reservations, exacerbated by damning CR criticism of past Deadwood (sorry, Brentwood) efforts, I came through the Jack Jezzro experience all the better for it. Jezzro is the guitarist/producer who's seemingly omnipresent on every Brentwood album. His first solo effort is an accomplished piece of work which at times almost mimics the highly palatable late 70s sound of Spyragyra and exhibits a mouth-watering versatility, best illustrated by the rousing Latin American edge to tracks like "Come, Thou Font Of Every Blessing". The chopping and changing of styles serves to stave off, at least to some extent, the onset of monotony. If you like yours mellow, help yourself to a generous serving of Nashville jazz fusion "One Way".

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