Sturgill Simpson? The genuine article. Bob Wayne? Back with his best ever.

Another song emerges from Tweedy’s new solo album, along with a bonus track.

“I’m not too much of a fan,” free-form legend John Russell admits, “of the ‘jazz’ label.”

After eight years between releases, Roger Glover says “we can’t wait that long.”

This is not how I want to remember a band that was so important in my life.

Everything from ambient post-rock to improvisational, to scattered rock-jazz.

Instead, a friend’s dad took Cropper’s very first song to another legendary label.

Fripp and Levin tussle with a nervous energy, while Harrison and Rieflin make a simply glorious racket.

Never mind the studio setting, the highly lyrical and entrancing beauty of Fred Hersch’s piano and his empathetic rhythm section makes this another winning outing for this trio.

Already, we’ve heard so much great stuff from the Toto family tree of music.