Former Humble Pie (a good band) guitarist turns mellow cute boy with the golden Robert Plant hair and goes solo. This album sold like a sonofabitch. His earlier solo efforts didn't. This record is full of mid- tempo FM friendly shlock for the masses. Everybody had this album in their collection back in the Seventies. I really don't know why it sold like it did either, because there really isn't anything particularly outstanding about it. It pretty much sucks if you ask me. Most of the material on this record puts me to sleep, as if the bong hits in the custom van didn't do that first. Gong!
