for those into sounds from the deep dungeons of the soul jazz underground, the 2nd quarter of 2015 looks promising. out of its mist come the soul investigators in a slick red convertible, featuring a mean flautist riding shotgun, a position we finns like to call the seat for those in fear. the velvet smooth winds emanate from none other than jimi tenor, a person some might even describe as a renaissance man. the sufficiently psychedelic jazzier exercise -vulture s prayer- should get your mind wondering into a turn of the 70s london, featuring a hippy gone bad, smacked out in furs in a hedonistic basement bacchanal, just before discovering himself at the opening desert scene of the -holy mountain-. flipping the disc over to -bad vibrations- we find ourself in a more funkier urban setting, possibly at a yusuf lateef inspired bar session in chicagos south side. don t know, why they call them bad, because they sound so good. better get yourself a slice and why not even a second helping.