A good friend of mine once said that, whereas Bob Dylan gives you a whole book to go at, with Bert Jansch you get only a page. It's certainly true that Jansch seemed almost to exhaust his songwriting talent with this album; but if only a page, it's a page of vividly, glowingly illuminated manuscript (while Dylan can sometimes be as drab as the phone book). In fact, I rate this the greatest 'folk' guitar album ever.
It's the vision of a young man who, like a folktale hero, has set out to seek his fortune and finds love, death, unintended paternity, fear of Armageddon - but above all an expanding horizon and the road leading ever on. As resonant as anything Dylan produced, musically it's far superior; the instrumentals, which set a standard no-one else has matched, seem to embody the restless theme even more graphically than the songs.
It boggles the mind that someone here thinks he has nothing to say: in a sense there *is* no more to say than this. None of that bloody harmonica, either.