by Traffic, a trio now, continuing their group saga, and Alone Together with Dave Mason, formerly one-quarter of Traffic, off on his own trip. They're both good albums, careful, well-played, occasionally brilliant, well-conceived, but neither of them breaks its vinyl bonds and soars.

Take Traffic. "Glad," the instrumental cut which opens the album, has some glorious piano work by Steve Winwood and some inventive, imaginative sax playing by Chris Wood. It's all so perfect, so exquisite and so dull. "Freedom Rider" is much more like it. Wood's flute and Winwood's piano are both extraordinary, and Jim Capaldi's drumming is fine, very sympathetic, but ... if this train is moving, why isn't the scenery changing?

The best cut on the album is probably the title tune, a traditional English ballad arranged by Winwood for acoustic guitar and flute. Wood's flute is again exceptional, delicate and ornate, and Steve sings the song just right, with an admirable sense of restraint and simplicity. Simple, but it works.

Winwood's two virtuoso cuts, "Stranger To Himself" and "Every Mother's Son," are equally satisfying. Jim Capaldi's lyrics are almost perfect, and Winwood's singing is just stunning, lean and clear. And he is a good virtuoso—the guitar on "Stranger" and the organ on "Every Mother's Son" are both powerful and moving. But that kind of control-board masturbation can take the music only so far. Steve Winwood may be the best at it that there is, but it still isn't a very rewarding art form.

Perhaps part of the problem is my high expectations of any Traffic album. This is a good album of rock and roll music, featuring the best rock and roll woodwind player anywhere and one of the best singers, and maybe the trio is still just getting together again, feeling each other out. Traffic, after all, was a light-year jump from Mr. Fantasy; maybe the next album will soar again.

In terms of expectations, Alone Together is much better. Mason's talent as a song writer remains undiminished, and his easy, fluid voice, long in Winwood's giant shadow, is used to maximum effect.

This is, of course, the marbled LP, a brilliant burst of color spinning on the turntable, the grooves barely discernable so the needle seems to be floating across the record. Maybe the next step could be a little cartoon around the edge of the record, like those flip-the-pa