Amazon.co.uk Review
Syd Barrett's second solo album seems more "together" than its predecessor but in fact its author was increasingly losing the plot. "Baby Lemonade" and "Dominoes" have some of the old winsome English psychedelic sparkle about them but mostly these tracks proceed at a busking plod. In retrospect, Barrett seems remote from what's going on, whereas on
The Madcap Laughed he was still fighting for vitality. Producer David Gilmour once again had to work hard to elicit material from him. The CD version of this album contains out takes which will prove morbidly fascinating for Barrett aficionadoes, as he fluffs and misses his lines. This was his last ever recorded album before he retreated into the cocoon of Cambridge suburbia where he lives today, his shell and madcap spell broken. He remained, however, an icon to every fey and tousled left-field popster from
Marc Bolan to
Blur's Damon Albarn. --
David Stubbs