GOLDBALL

This lemon sounds more like rehearsal noodling to me. 6 years and dozens of tries have soured the milk, not sweetened it. Anything Conny Plank touched in the 70's turned to gold in my eyes, just like Bruce Dickinson. He's allowed one stinker, for me it's Goldball by fusion/experimental German trio Exmagma.

The only song that sports any substance is Habits. It still floats along, but there's structure and fury. Then comes the delightful Dance of the Crabs, all of 53 seconds.

I'd much rather spin Thirsty Moon's Blitz. At least the experiments there are interesting. A star and half rounded up to two on my scale. Poor sound and a silly cover round out this overrated pile.