The two hundred and eighty-fifth album: #285 Herbie Hancock - Head Hunters
If you've read this blog for longer (wow...) you'll know that I am not a fan of jazz. It no longer dominates the list, but the jazz fusion that's coming in the seventies isn't doing much to win me over. In fact, the psychedelic rock oddities have moved into jazz, making Head Hunters' sound even more difficult to get into. It's an album that goes so far away from what I want to listen to that it doesn't connect, it always feels jarring to listen to, and at this point I can't say more than that there's nothing taking this jump for me.