rock and has freed the band's instrumental potential. They couldn't have played anything as eloquent as "Givin' It All Up" until he was ready to sing it. He eases into the flowing arrangement with astonishing poise and confidence. He is surrounded by the equally self-possessed overdubbed harp section of Magic Dick (they sound as big as a horn section only tighter), the masterful soul lines of guitarist J. Geils and the big-sounding bottom of the rhythm section which plays with a flair of its own—all aided and abetted by one of the masters of the studio, producer Bill Szymczyk.

"Givin' It All Up" is one of two songs on the album that has single potential. The other, "Must of Got Lost" isn't as good. Despite their best intentions, the band winds up sounding more like an even blander Doobie Brothers.

But "Must of Got Lost" is really the only lapse on the entire album. Nightmares consists primarily of punchy stuff that combines the musical sophistication of the band's commercially most disappointing LP, Ladies Invited, with the energy and primitiveness of their bestselling Bloodshot. The lyrics to the Peter Wolf and Seth Justman (keyboards) originals never go far beyond street talk, but reveal an increasingly sharp ear for satire, parody and good-natured self-deflation.

"Stoop Down #39" is the most typical example of the band's mature style. It begins with Magic Dick's sequel to "Whammer Jammer" and then segues into one of the band's iron-fisted rhythm patterns. Over the pulsating drums and bass, Wolf offers a laconic tribute to a lady, rendered in something less than Shakespearean verse: "You're so sweet and tasty/Like the best French pastry."

"Getting Out" is done with the same control of rhythm, but intensified to express more urgent concerns. It is marked by unpretentious self-control and results in music that takes the listener deep into the singer's sentiments and the band's unmistakable pleasure in making their music. When Wolf announces "What's good or bad I can't decide/What's going on just ain't my ride/I'm moving out," he sounds confident and controlled and as Justman's piano takes off and the rhythm section pins things down, the results sound effortless.

The J. Geils Band are like painters doing variations on the same sight or model, attempting to refine their vision until there is nothing left to add or subtract. With Nightmare