Starship.

To analyze Starship cosmology—an oleo of Orientalia, science fiction and psychedelic fantasy—would be beside the point: one needn't buy the Starship's extraterrestrial fantasies in order to enjoy what is often magnificent rock music.

Spitfire, the third Starship album, mixes the oracular and the mundane with a classical sense of balance. While the music no longer has the explosive urgency of youth, it combines a rare stylistic breadth with awesomely controlled power. The music that Jon Landau described in 1970 as "an elongated folk-rock fragment" has since been carried to what is at once its stylistic apex (it cannot become more sophisticated without incorporating jazz) and its denouement (if it were any richer it would begin to sound enervated).

More than the Airplane's, the Starship's music builds a symphonic sound and embellishes it with spectacular instrumentation. This approach was first fully developed on Kantner/Slick's impressive "Sketches of China," from Baron Von Tollbooth. On Spitfire, its most magnificent expression is "St. Charles," a transcendently erotic East/West, yin/yang vision of love. Here, a relatively simple melodic idea is elaborated in an unusually sophisticated (for rock) choral setting and covered by increasingly heavy waves of chromatic guitar work. The cut slowly climaxes, then slowly fades. This kind of monumentality, seldom attempted in rock and rarely achieved, embodies the Starship's aesthetic/political/spiritual cosmology. The result is absolutely thrilling. Peaks almost as high are attained on the shorter "Love Lovely Love," a beautiful call-and-response between singer Marty Balin and Craig Chaquico's guitar, and on the tougher, bluesier "Dance with the Dragon." Though it has many fine moments, the medley, "Song to the Sun/Ozymandias/Don't Let It Rain" lacks "St. Charles" 's unity and comes dangerously close to being pretentious.

The intense songs are set off by lighter material. "Big City" casts drummer John Barbata as a lecherous buffoon, hamming it up before basic, well-executed rock & roll. In the slinky "Hot Water," Grace Slick half camps through the role of temptress. The killer change-of-pace is "Cruisin'," a tough and sexy boy-girl-car anthem. This steamy tour de force, which in its sheer sexual energy matches the best of the Stones, shows off Barbata's drumming at its aggressively lascivi