Well, I suppose I could cheer the girls were both gone.
But, as Malcolm LeMaistre was now firmly esconced, things had indeed gotten worse.
And now, just to amaze you even further, meet the new, swinging, group member, Gerard Dott.
Gerard, keyboard wizard extraordinaire was about 40, the other guys late 20's.
It didn't gell, period. Gerard had a good feel for the pop/glam rock group image the band suddenly seemed to be taking, but if you listened to his piano solo at RAH in 1973(Scott Joplin's Elite Syncopations Rag), you'll know the meaning of eternity.
Christ, John Cale spent years with Lamont Young in NYC trying to perfect an endless drone before The Velvet Underground evolved & here's Gerard nailed it in one!
And when I say Malcolm "Mine's a talent transplant, please" LeMaistre was firmly esconced, I mean Robin was spending more time selling crisps at the bar than playing. Well, not exactly, but he had become marginalised.
I suppose I ought to review the actual album, but why should I bother-the group sure didn't bother by letting this rubbish climb up off the cutting room floor as it were.
And things were NOT going to get better.