Two examples why one should always audition stream a contemplated LP purchase.
Chet Baker can’t sing. He couldn’t carry a tune when he was younger and he sure can’t do it with 58 year old pipes. Side One, where there’s no vocals, is ok albeit half-hearted. Side Two is completely ruined by Baker’s semi-comatose attempts at crooning. What a waste of clear vinyl; probably never bother to cue it up again. F*ck.
Man, I hate Live albums. It’s either extended clapping sessions after every bit, catcalls from the crowd, or (in this case) “tuberculosis old men at the nelson wheeze and cough” who seem to inevitably sit next to one of the mics. Oddly, it isn’t as obnoxious on Qobuz as it is on vinyl, where it’s like having someone with a terminal lung disease sitting on one’s couch. Too bad, because otherwise the sonics are top shelf. F*ck.
