in the progressive era with some highly-underrated records on Mercury, as well as finding a home at Steve Paul's burgeoning Scene in the heart of New York's sleaze district. The pairing must have been made in heaven, for as the McCoys died their slow death, Steve placed lead guitarist Rick in a variety of albinesque situations, joining Johnny Winter's aggregation when Mr. Rollin' and Tumblin' needed an R&R shot in the arm, moving him over to brother Edgar's funk-based unit when the time was ripe. Shortly Rick was functioning as house producer for the Paul organization, learning his way around the studio and ultimately reaping the benefits when Edgar's "Frankenstein" rolled over the charts last summer to the tune of a variety of RIAA precious metals.

Like most first albums, especially ones that have been in gestation for many years, Rick's All-American Boy is a meaty piece of work, showing off a multitude of styles in as many production settings, presenting the cream of his recent songwriting and musical chops. In some ways this is a disadvantage, for in an attempt to cover all bases, Rick sometimes seems like he has yet to settle on a recorded personality, or to consolidate his talent in as direct a manner as possible. The album occasionally seems a trifle self-conscious, and just a shade too well thought-out; though in the undeniable professionalism and tight control Derringer exhibits over his finished product (not to mention the zest and two-fisted attack he grants his own material) such minor details are quickly shotgunned away.

Both "Rock and Roll, Hoochie Koo" and "The Airport Giveth (The Airport Taketh Away)" are the album's high points. The former is a showstopper at any Johnny Winter performance, but Rick's rendition here refuses to take a back seat, lean and muscular, driven by Bobby Caldwell's galvanic drumming and Derringer's own blazing guitar. "The Airport Giveth" is a stranger breed, telling the story of Leon Russell's "Superstar" from the other side of the fence. It could've been embarrassingly sentimental or unnecessarily removed and superior; instead, the portrait drawn is effectively understated and moving, a bright new reworking of an old, old theme.

The downwind stride of the album ranges from gun-metal hard to studiedly soft, with a couple of instrumental stops thrown in for good measure. Of the rockers, "Teenage Love Affair" and the Free-like "Un