Two hugely collectable one-off cult prog rock albums, The Running Man’s self-titled debut from 1972 and Mouse’s Lady Killer from 1973. Both featuring guitarist and songwriter Ray Russell, singer and keyboardist Alan Greed aka Al Clare and drummer Alan Rushton (all ex Rock Workshop). A sought-after original pressing of The Running Man has fetched £950 on collectors’ website Discogs while an original of Mouse’s Lady Killer has sold for a whopping £1,110.
Ray Russell replaced Vic Flick in The John Barry Seven, toured with Georgie Fame and the Blue Flames, led his own jazz group The Ray Russell Quartet and then brought jazz style improvisation to rock music with Rock Workshop who pioneered an exciting and innovative jazz / funk / rock fusion.
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