No musicians are credited except for the associate producer title given to keyboard player and retaining photographer, , as well as engineer , who played an important part in ' from 1973 (and who would engineer 's 1977 comeback, ). The lead singer of the '70s very recognizable hit machine delivers his second solo disc, part of something a retailer once referred to as "breadcrumbs," the result of 's breakup. Certainly the solo recordings by , , and were nowhere as entertaining as the full band, but each time, that comes down to the material. This album sounds so much like another album that there is no doubt who the main force was. Where worked better the more got away from the trademark music, his second solo album embraces the formula wholeheartedly, could have been the B-side of any of the group's singles. is up-tempo, not as hard as but singsongy and with hit potential. Emulating sentiment and style from 's album on even lifting little musical nuances of it's just too bad didn't take more from guitarist's landmark disc. The reflective/poignant line "...our greener days...turned into grey" certainly is another way of saying "all things must pass." meanwhile, takes much from much, but again, not nearly enough. The title track is classic , actually going Top 30 in February of 1975, but it didn't get the major airplay of his hit from the movie three years later, nor the staying power of the final hit with This lament has more in common with but not enough for a full loaf. The album is as consistent as the use of that word in the voice, the pen, the production of the real driving force behind a hit group needing to really branch out at this point in his career. Perhaps he should have played all these tunes solo acoustic or brought in or to duet and help change the structure. Do a blindfold test with this album and any release from , and there's nothing to separate the singer from the mother ship. By staying in a safe place, may have denied himself the opportunity to become a big, big star on his own. followed a path which capitalized on certain elements of ; merely repeats a formula which had somewhat run its course. Pleasant and professionally constructed, there are no surprises here. Of course, if the title track ever became the theme to a big movie where girl meets girl, girl marries girl, this album could surprise...and find an entirely new audience for the '70s maestro. ~ Joe Viglione