Rehearsal in the local church (amazing they let us, none of us attend!) with funky blues band last night...
After our chat with guitarman two weeks ago about not playing ceaselessly and without end, and perhaps putting some space in, and perhaps listening to the rest of us (it's only bass and drums ffs!), and maybe playing stuff that actually fitted with what we were doing it appears that the penny may have dropped a bit!
He's actually listened to the Meters and Slave and Mother's Finest and Sly Stone stuff I sent him and throttled it right back with the aimless pentatonic noodling. Now we're sounding far more coherent as a band, and may have recruited a sax player (we can't find a vocalist!)...