Nothing prepared me for this beautiful plate of rice with tomatoes and dark olives floating through a dance filled tornado. This is a Joe Satriani album, and to be introduced to a brand new flavor from the power of his fingers is pure joy. The first third of the cut comes out of nowhere – hand claps of a flamenco dancer, a flamenco style guitar lick, and then, slyly, wickedly, dance emotively, a full-blast lesson on how the world benefits from the beauty of the electric guitar’s entire neck being played by a master. Amazing. My heart is full anytime an artist I’ve loved and respected for many years continues to find a way to amaze me. Great fun. Shoutout for the intriguing flavors of Musterion.
Joe Satriani