LYNYRDSKYNYRD Gimme Back My Bullets (MCA)

BADCOMPANY Run With the Pack (Swan Song)

Ahh, god bless the Seventies — the age when all pop pretensions were punctured by the simple revelation that every last god-loving idiom, from baroque art-rock fusions to funky shonuff Afro-sheenanigans, par-boiled down to a pure and simple Formula. H.G. Wells should only have lived to see it — Science triumphs! Just take all the elements — riffs, freeze-dried wordpacks like "brothers and sisters" or "movin' on down the highway," producers, session men, "artists" even — just feed every last damn bit of it into any old computer, let the machine work its own admittedly rather spectacular hoodoo, and the Rand Corporation guarantees that the readout will be identical to this week's Billboard chart.