The songwriting is mostly irritating and Beatles imitating crap. They are too young and inevitably late, so they can only try to simulate psych-pop and the result is artificial, embarrassing jumble. Nothing on the album is real, but average imitation. "The Dreamer Flies Back" is quite decent, even it tries to imitate early Pink Floyd. And... "On Top Of My Own Special Mountain" is quite good too.
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