...second stab at gettin' their work out to th'great unwashed who undoubtably woulda benifit'd from hearin' th'scene who speak th'poetic truth about what goes on around them'n by extension all cats who live in th'real world...th'whole shebang kick's off in fine satirical eloquence that most layabouts will dig 100% if'n not more...next up a coupla folk tunes that hark back to th'mid sixties zimmerman'n th'side winds down with a top poetic image laden story o' their home town with hep jazz boogie keepin' th'groove a'chooglin'n more hep folk groovin' in lively fashion plays exit to th'first side which is more real life observation thats cats o' all persuasions gonna realise from th'past...entracincin' side two is ultra fab with a great slashin' jazz rock groove that starts kinda like those danish cats burnin red ivanhoe'n goes completely acid-rock-ballroom guitar'n marvo free spirit modal blowin' like on ESP-Disk type gubbin's...second tune goes with some folk which is okay but no great shakes but not outta place with its surroundin's, some nice guitarin' at th'end is rewardin'...beatnik jazz-posey next which is nice'n brings back kerouacs ideas in a modern settin'...any cats who dig th'seventies loonies 'alberto los trios paranoias''re gonna have a blast with th'last trk as th'scene take righteous aim at th'hippy blooz boom'n blue horizon records in particular...aint no-one makin' this sorta wax now as everything has its own niche thats codified'n pre-sold(then exchanged for a variation o' same)...liverpool scene-everyday cats with a sense o'purpose'n vision thats for real times...