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Unable to choose between Faces-style blues raunch or Larry Coryell-esque electric jazz, Patto just threw ’em both together and bought a one-way ticket to obscurity. This, the band’s second stab at the big time, is just about the brainiest early-’70s cock-rock your two ears are ever likely to hear. —Brent Burton