The story of British folk rock in the late 1960s and early 1970s is scattered with a vast array of curious artists and bands. For every Fairport Convention, Pentangle, Steeleye Span and Lindisfarne there were countless acts that, when lucky, got the chance to release a single album before vanishing from the annals of music history as fast as a bullet. What made that chapter in modern music so magical is the high quality of many of those lesser known and unfortunate musicians. The reason for their commercial failure was usually unrelated to their ability to create great music, but rather a result of their label’s lack of promotional support, their utter cluelessness of the music business and their inability to project themselves on stage due to their shy and introvert personality. One band combined all these maladies and through an amalgam of dysfunctional circumstances produced one of the best albums of that period.
