"On with our lounge flight: Waves Within a Caravanserai escape from radio detention and eventually wash into a Song of the Wind (ditto). I smile in this eloquent breeze, this 'söngur vindsins', and let my spirit swim in Abraxas's pool of caressing bass, elevating cymbal drumming and the subtlest of Hammond B-3 organ whirls... dance freely on these god-given notes... these Elysian vibrations... from the strings of two electric guitars... and discover the inner love that dwells in the centre of my heart..."
That was then; this is now:
Not as subtle, not as eloquent, not as caressing, not as elevated, not as intricate, not as Elysian anymore, but what can we expect? These guys move on to 70 rapidly... It's a pleasure, a joy hearing 'them' play it again.