It hasn't been until recently that I have mustered up some (or should I say a lot of...) respect for Mr. Davis, and one of the albums I decided to look into was this one (as well as Bitches Brew). It's among one of the first albums (if not the first) to exhibit that jazz-fusion sound we all know and love. Unfortunately... Soft Machine's Third is a fucking masterpiece, and the moment that semi-spastic, atonal Lowrey organ kicks in on the first track, my entire body is engulfed in goosebumps (and continues to do so throughout the rest of the album).
Anyways... fuck it. I can't choose. (Sorry for wasting your time).
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