King Biscuit Flower Hour Presents: Deep Purple in Concert is a live album taken from a Deep Purple performance originally broadcast on the King Biscuit Flower Hour, released in July 1995.
The album was released in the U.K. under the title On the Wings of a Russian Foxbat. The album was remastered and re-released (with new cover art) as Live at Long Beach 1976 on February 24, 2009.
The concert was recorded at the Long Beach Arena on 27 February 1976. The album contains four bonus tracks recorded at a Deep Purple concert in Springfield in January, 1976. This concert was originally intended to be used for the King Biscuit broadcast. Tape imperfections made the entire show unsuitable for airing and forced the second taping in Long Beach one month later.
Note the CD1 track listing quotes "The Grind" as being performed; this is incorrect as it is the Bolin solo song "Homeward Strut".
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