...tho somewhat rough round th'edges this is indeed a very nice archive o' th'softs at th'home o' london hippydom, th'roundhouse in early seventy-one...they give out with a real cool full-on-attack o' prog-jazz, plenty o' fuzz'n wah'n skronk with overlays o' squeals'n scrapes...th'keyboard wails'n moans while th'sax shrieks, th'drums clatter over rumblin' bass, all with a funky abandon that would eventually leave as th'personal left...th'recordin' date allows for robert to still be with th'combo'n elton deans saxaphone lends a heavy cushion for th'others to bounce off, so all in all an essential look at th'last o' th'real soft machine(kevins departure is another bag completely)...