HOLD YOUR FIRE — Patto (Vertigo):: One of the pleasant surprises of the month — after an overpoweringly mundane debut, this medium crew of British eclectic (everything from middle Dylan to Mose Allison to some David Bowie to Faces to John McLaughlin even) rockers come up with a lightweight, fun album and great lyrics: “Well you could see me there at every happening with my album by the Byrds/ I was shown how to question the great ‘I Ching’ but I couldn’t dig some of the words/ I’ve smoked a ton of marijuana sat cross legged til my legs went numb . . . I’ve been beated down and busted and I’ve wound up on my own/ And there’s nothing left that buzzes me so I’m returning home.”

April 1, 1972

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