For a long tine I really loathed The Mac. During the late 70s and early 80s you simply could not escape them--they were everywhere. Much later, after having to endure cheaper crap like Sheryl Crowe, I came around to appreciate their cocaine-fueled pop powers. Time heals all wounds I guess. Still nothing prepared me for the pre-Buckingham/Nicks era Mac. For the most part, the early Mac were your standard British white boy blues band, which would typically be enough for to dismiss them outright. Just hearing names of like Clapton and John Mayall can send a stream of diarrhea down my leg. But by Then Play On the Mac were moving the blues into more psychedelic and cinematic territory. Songs like "Oh Well" move from full on in-your-face blues stompers into sublime Ennio Morricone desert soundscape territory. It's delivered so seamlessly and with genuine emotion that you hardly notice where the song even changes. I really love this album and you can probably find a copy for a buck or two at Amoeba.