This ill-fated, forgotten classic fittingly fell through my letter box on 1 April, the day Id returned from a curtailed retreat on San Serif. What joy to wrest the cellophane from the re-mixed tapes of the original Jazz Sabbath band. It was these compositions penned by Milton Keanes that were ripp'd untimely from his possession by those purveyors of the Devil's music, Black Sabbath, who then presented them as their own on their eponymous debut.

Of course, filthy purveyors of fake news claim the current release is actually Ozzy Osbourne's keys man Adam Wakeman playing splendid covers of early Sabs songs in a piano trio format. Ian Wallace of King Crimson did much the same, and rather spiffingly too, with his Crimson Jazz Trio.

Wakeman is the son of Rick, and therefore prodigious on keys and at ease with the flummery of a tall tale or three. He certainly has sharp musical wit. The mighty ‘Iron Man’ for example, which the Sabs opened with the most singularly terrifying sound in rock, here, ironically (geddit?) begins with a lushly romantic solo to die for, while the Doc Marten bonkersness of ‘Fairies Wear Boots’ is lavished with a boppish feel and lacey trills. Obviously.

And, of course, none of this has anything to do with the divine Hedvig Mollestad whose astral music has been lumbered with the tag ‘Jazz Sabbath’. And she really does play Sabs songs. Smell a Rat Salad anyone?