In spite of my assertion that remasters don't give me a music boner, much, here's one that makes me eat me woids and tent me shorts - something you don't want to witness unless you're into Japanese tentacle puke porn. This year's remaster of one of rock's shining Himalayan peaks slipped out without a word and is stupidly hard to find. As is usual with Spirit re-issues, it comes with an entire CD of file-and-forget live material, driftwood backing tracks and demos, but this here is the album as released, perfect as is, and more is less. It's also at Elon Musk's approved bitrate of @320, just for youse bums what fall into a girlish swoon at the thought of anything less baroque.
An astonishing piece of work, on the cusp of the zeitgeist between the sixties and the seventies and taking the best from both decades, Sardonicus is the full deck, the real deal. This brilliant, revelatory new remaster is the best it's ever sounded - how did it take so long? In the almost impossibly unlikely event of your not having heard the album yet - keep it to yerself, less you suffer our withering scorn and brutal contumely. For the rest of us it's like meeting an old friend - for the first time.
This post made plausible thru Tremolo - high four or five!