In the last gasp of San Francisco acid rock, Tripsichord Music Box recorded an album of cheery, hippie-vibed music that was already on the verge of becoming anachronistic upon its 1971 release. It isn't bad, and not too indulgent. It's just pretty derivative, with the characteristically angular S.F. guitar lines, folk-influenced harmonies, and lyrics hopefully anticipating a new order of sunshine and possibility. Sometimes they sound like a more pop-oriented Grateful Dead, and the influence of the Airplane is also evident; most of the vocals are male, but the presence of some female singing adds some color to the mix.
AllMusic Review by Richie Unterberger