This, their seventh studio album, with so much going for it that, with a harder-handed producer, could have have been astounding. The self-indulgent creativity of the band seemed to be its very weak point. As with others of their mid-career albums, we have a track that doesn't seem to belong anywhere - in this case Ra. Its overblown opening and mad ending are interesting but jar badly with the rest of the album. That said, with several compensating high points - The world Goes On, Mayday, Polk Street Rag, and the slightly comic final track, Suicide - it's an album that delivers much.
BJH never did hit the really big time, but they came close. In 2014, mention of BJH may get the reply "Who?" but back inn the 1970s, BHJ was a significant player. This release on CD, which has been out for a while now, offers a chance for us older folks to listen back to what was, and what might have been.,