This is the album fourty year olds can hunt teenage kids with today. I'm 23 and I like this album from an eccentric point of view. It's the most pretentious piece of plastic I've ever heard bar Gentle Giant. I like listening to stuff nobody does today, so this album is really cool. The music itself is ridiculous. Not to be taken seriously. Catch your local punks and lock 'em up with that record playing nonstop. They'll be praying for a bit of "Close to the edge"!
Now this is bad! Who needs pointless quasi-prog tunes spiced with brazilian rhythms and Pat's nasty synth on top of it all! Much worse tzhan Story of I, no comparison even. And these ballads! They are sooo boring, man. Only the title track is truly great. Maybe also track 2.