The two hundred and fifty-second album: #252 Hugh Masekela - Home Is Where The Music Is

Here we go again. I've talked about disliking jazz albums before - they really don't work for me as these lengthy pieces that you're listening to more or less on your own with an album like this and the rise of rock seemed to have put a stop to them. The afrobeat inspiration doesn't really come through in the album either, or if it does it doesn't give it enough of a kick to stand out in my mind - only one track really feels like it, and it feels like a looser improvised section at the end rather than a part of the same album. Some bits are quite well performed, but the jazz sound never fills me with that good a feeling, especially with its 76 minute runtime.