The only truly disappointing record made by Tabor, and the Oyster Band for that matter. Under normal circumstances, this is the kind of pairing that sets one to salivating, but it frequently sounds as if the band and Tabor were unsuited for each another. There a version of Richard Thompson's "Night Comes In," normally a ballad that Tabor would sing the guts out of, done as a fast rock/funk shuffle. Who thought that was a good idea? By no means worthless, but for completists only.