Here is the big-band, jazz-rock album fans of the genre have been waiting for, a triumphant exploration of a form that is also a lot of fun. It was inspired, Scott says, by a friend who wondered why they didn't make records with all the musicians in one place instead of using bits of tape recorded in various times and places, as is the usual practice these days. Scott was moved to gather 14 terrific musicians at Ocean Way Studios in Hollywood last June 30 and July. 1, fronted them with his own spirited, lyrical sax playing, and recorded these eight exciting tracks. The contagious energy and spontaneity of the live recording is unmistakable; the surging momentum the band builds during Scott's exuberant tune Johnny B. Badd is proof enough, especially when Scott and guitarist Buzzy Feiten exchange solos. (Paul McCartney's Maybe I'm Amazed and Scott's rollicking Chunk o' Funk axe other highlights.) It's too bad the sidemen didn't get more solo time, since Scott not only signed such first-class musicians as trombonist Dick Hyde, trumpeter Chuck Findley and synthesizer player Michael Boddiker, but was gutsy enough to include in the band Jim Horn and Ernie Watts, two reed men who are at least the equal of Scott himself. This is the sort of group anyone would want to hear at a local concert or dance hall. But this band was a onetime aggregation and—to face the economic facts—is probably too expensive a proposition for touring purposes.