As a rule of thumb, most of those vertigo albums that didn't sell in the early '70s now go for silly money on eBay. The reason they didn't sell is that most of them were crap. Jade Warrior were a cut above. True, they couldn't make up their minds whether they wanted to be Cream or Jethro Tull, so they settled for a drum-free combination of both. The swirling flutes and abrasive guitars bring a certain restless beauty to "Dragonfly Day", "Psychiatric Sergeant" and "Sundial Song", although the carefully crafted textures are often let down by mediocre lyrics

Stopgap from young singer-songwriter

Only a perverse spoilsport could claim that Neil Young was not a giant among the North American singer-songwriters who emerged in the '60s. For this reviewer, he dwarfs all of them. Young is greater even than his hero Bob Dylan because he is more Heart than Head, more Body than Brain. There's something intuitive and primitively intense about Young's best music that Dylan rarely matches. More Dionysus than Apollo, Young puts music first, words second. And what music it is.

Career-spanning compilation of Cohen covers

Thirty-track compilation tracking a quarter-century in the life of Reilly

What American radio was playing instead of Mud, Slade and Stephanie De Sykes

Third and fifth albums by front-runners of UK pub rock scene of early '70s

Unreleased tracks by undervalued jazz vocalist, covering 1960-1979

All of Ashcroft and co's plus two Urban Hymns outtakes

Well chosen overview of the ultimate Cali troubadour