by Robert TaylorNever fit to be tied, Coryell decided to leave behind his jazz-rock fusion in pursuit of disco-funk. There is some good playing here (Coryell lays out on "Kowloon Jag"), but this is not a complimentary setting for him. The tandem of John Lee and Gerry Brown were the correct sidemen for the job, as was the inclusion of David Sanborn, but Coryell sounds uncomfortable and continuously reverts back to his trademark licks when he runs out of ideas. Even the guitar solo, "Rodrigo Reflections," turns out to be a disappointment due to some very annoying and poorly recorded percussion accompaniment. A less than memorable session that probably seemed like a good idea at the time.