This was Hamill's first solo album after the collapse of the visionary Van Der Graff Generator that gave us one of the small handful of Prog masterpieces, Pawn Hearts, just a year or two before. The band collapsed from sheer exhaustion of a life of exploitation on the road, and the weight of paradox that came from being too many years ahead of their time.
For this album Hamill adopted for the most part, with one awesome exception, a simple song format, each song based around either a simple guitar or piano part, but being joined for each song by one or other of the old band to fill out the sound. The main instrument however is Hamill's voice or voices which spans the octaves from high angelic to growling wolf, interspersed with demonic shrieks and venomous snarls. For sheer melodrama the only voice that ever came close was Gabriel in the prog heydays of Genesis, when they were an underground band, and not a pop group, but Hamill was the master. His inspiration after all was Edgar Allen Poe and there is not a little of the Hammer Horror ethos when at his most outrageous.
The awesome exception is what was the final track on the original album The Black Room, where the whole band come together and perform the penultimate VDGG masterpiece, in the spirit of the original classic sound. Though the band members would continue to assist with Hamill's subsequent solo efforts, and indeed the band would eventually reform, the sound would gradually transform to something tamer and slightly more commercial. The sheer athleticism of Hamill's voice would have peaked and most of all, the wacky time signatures, that had come in for so much scorn from the anti-prog tendency would be dropped. It is a satisfyinly long track and would stand next to Lemmings for a comparison.
All the songs on the album are about failure. Failure of dreams, failure of hope, failure of friendship, but most of all just plain failure. The going under of VDGG clearly tore the man up, but he managed to turn the experience into an awesome piece of art with lasting validity.
Finally, the lyrics must be mentioned. Hamill was always one of the finest lyricists around, writing intelligent songs about things that really mattered. Once more, he was at the top of his game at this period,
another facet of his talent that, in my humble opinion, would lose its decisive edge in the coming years.