If some lunkhead ever tries to tell you that jazz is boring, just play them Sonny's Saxophone Colossus, one of the most exuberant and sheerly enjoyable discs ever carved in wax. Apart from his awesome technical accomplishments and inexhaustible stamina, Rollins 'playing has always been infused with humor and joie de vivre, which are immediately evident from the opening piece here, the loose-limbed calypso "St. Thomas" (named after one of the Virgin Islands). "Moritat" is a droll Rollinsisation of Kurt Weill's "Mack the Knife," and he delivers a deft master class in balladry on "You Don't Know What Love Is." But it's the closing track, "Blue Seven," which established itself as the critic's tipple. Based on a feline walking blues theme, it provides the platform for one of Rollins 'finest-ever extended improvisations, though much kudos must be lobbed at his sidemen, drummer Max Roach, pianist Tommy Flanagan and bassman Doug Watkins. Ah, bliss.