Hilarious in some respects when considered in the light of their later work, the first Focus album still stands up fresh and keen as a example of late 60s psychedelic Europop, with bits reminiscent of Syd Barret-era Pink Floyd, Procul Harem, the Moody Blues – even the BeeGees. Not surprisingly, it’s the instrumental tracks that grab the attention: Anonymous, with its bright little opening jig and crunching riff, later to be extended and accelerated into the mammoth Focus 3 version, is already a splendid noise, and the brief solos from each band member include a rare van Leer piano excursion; House of the King, familiar to most of us from the Focus 3 vinyl LP but here in its proper context, is an Ivanhoe-galloping-through-the-forest flute and acoustic guitar rush; and the concluding Focus gives us the first taste of what will become a series of lyrical van Leer-composed tunes highlighting Akkerman’s supple, singing guitar lines – though it then develops into a Velvet Undergroundish chugging riff with some lovely van Leer flute embellishments. Akkerman, in fact, is the shrinking violet here, with little sign of the exceptional composer and musician he would later become. The vocal tracks show that the group’s solid melodic gifts were already in place, as well as indicating why they decided to become almost completely instrumental – with those “nice” English accents it sounds rather like Neil Innes fronting the Bonzos at times. There’s a Dutch social awareness in the topics – racism, Cuba, drugs – and they’re all thoroughly pleasant songs. You probably wouldn’t want this disc unless you were already a Focus fan and wanted to see how they started off; on the other hand, it’s a delightful work in itself, with a sense of innocence, colour and experimentation that is hard to dislike.