Peter Sprague in Dance of the Universe Orchestra, You Make me Want to Sing (1978)

 

It's true, both the artist name and the title of the album are a little nauseating. And the cover too!
But pull out the ondansetron then because the music is really not that bad.  At least, some of it isn't, the covers or rather jazz standards must be excised of course, like the metastatic carcinomas that they truly are, but then some beautiful shapes can be discerned in the twilight.

The band made only one album, in 1978.  It's the usual mix of light jazz with some female vocals, a bit of that scat (short for scatological perhaps?) annoyingness, sometimes elevating to better composition, for example Dance with the wind, by Peter Sprague: