Traffic

Rather than recapture past glories, reunion albums generally just remind us that those
glories are indeed past. Updating a once-popular sound seems beyond older rock
musicians – most come across as either ridiculously retro or hopelessly passé. That's
hardly the case with Traffic. Apart from the state-of-the-art synths, most of what you hear
on Far From Home would have easily suited the soulful spirit and jazzy groove of... More >

Leave those silly Rolling Stones be, children--you're an old-fart virgin until you've done the deed with this slab of eternal life, created in a mere eight months by two well-heeled boys farting around the Irish countryside. Jim Capaldi's drums are mixed like a tribute to the disco of yesteryear, but Stevie, I mean Steve, enters the CD age on his own terms--where ordinary old farts jack their releases up to an hour by unloading 14 or 15 songs, he stops at 10. Title tune takes a full two-and-a-half minutes of overdubbed overture to get to the lyric. Which begins . . . oh, you don't want to know. (Grade: C-)