Yes, for all the overblown mystical tosh, had actual chops and a considerable degree of imagination that headed off into complex territory at warp speed. Here, on the other hand, there’s a mid-paced not quite psychedelic blues plod that, for me at least, has difficulty getting out of its own way, a sort of galactic Bad Company.
That’s best exemplified by the cover of Jimmy Webb’s The Highwayman, a song
I regarded as pretentious tosh when done by Waylon Jennings and company, but after hearing Arbouretum’s take on it I’m almost at the point of beckoning The Highwaymen back with a promise that all (well, maybe not quite all, but a goodly portion) is forgiven.
I’m quite aware there’s a market for this sort of thing (well, there’s a market for just about everything these days) but having got the play count into double figures, it’ll be lucky to be climbing much further in the foreseeable future.
And while I might be disinclined to track down those reviews, anything I notice with a review that invokes Arbouretum will almost certainly be getting the big flick...