A decent throwback 70s album. Yippee.
In fairness, it is perfectly decent, and no point being critical of something this decent.
Decent passages of music, decent bit of everything thrown in. Perfectly lelistenable and appreciable.
It is not really my thing. The play-acting cabaret singing, the constant kitsch, the attempts at 'enriching' something in essence pretty banal. I try picture them huddled in their smoky basement, genuinely 'exploring' music and having fun with it. I try picture them on a stage of a sold out Broadway show. I try picture the truth somewhere in the middle, in their childhood bedroom, dreaming of being on Broadway. The end result is always the same. Cool, not bad, next.
They do it well, that much I can't deny. Not as well as others of the type (Elton John, Queen etc), but better than others of their time as well. If they are considered 'overlooked', I can see why. But I can also admit they deserve praise.
None of it really bothered me. Well apart from Dreamer, which is fucking unbearable. The last three songs on the album are actually the best for me. Particularly If Everyone Was Listening, with then a good (almost) instrumental final song.
While it doesn't do much for me, I do suppose I have to thank albums of this type for the reaction they prompted, and what came next. I.e The conscious stripping of gimmicks and tat led to that desert metal monikered rock movement and ultimately grunge (which then unfortunately itself became tacky, leading to emergence of emo, which then itself..).
While I do say it is not my thing, I did quite enjoy at least three songs on it. Which is more than 30% of the album, and more than on a significant number of albums I would proclaim to 'not be my thing' that I have listened to. And (apart from Dreamer, which is fucking unbearable), I didn't mind the rest, which was decent. So I guess a decent 7.