There's much better Al Stewart albums out there. In fact, it's almost a car crash, because prior to that time he was a troubadour of the bedsit, this folk singer creating these little songs of pain and alienation in a rather damp, middle-class kind of way. And after that, he was doing weird folk-pop about weird historical matters and pop culture and goes off into really cool places. This one album is the place where that whole thing intersects.