In that well of disregard cemented over by critical consensus soon after punk resides the reputation of The Strawbs, a hearty folk-rock act whose albums are now practically forgotten. Up front, the reedy, earnest and distinctive voice a little like Cat Stevens belonged to Dave Cousins. His solo set was a Strawbs album in all but billing?but crucially without the band’s pop conscience, rhythm section Hudson and Ford?recorded in a busy year when the unsteady band also released breakthrough album Grave New World and then split acrimoniously. Its ambitious mix of hymnal ballads, portentous suites and solid rockers is overshadowed by the title track, a floaty folk-psych gem. Otherwise, probably best left to Strawbs aficionados.