Maybe it took more than nine months to come up with another batch of first-rate material, or maybe and Graham Nash were saving their first-rate material for the next album, but , their third and final new studio album as a duo, was a distinctly second-rate effort. As usual, 's loosely arranged jazz-blues tunes were offset by 's more pop-oriented songs, but this time around neither of them came up with anything memorable. seemed most comfortable on his an instrumental, while expressed himself in poetic metaphors that were difficult to follow. In "J.B.'s [Jackson Browne's?] Blues," he seemed to have what be considered a potentially critical message to deliver to a friend, but to his wider audience it seemed merely cryptic. Happily, Crosby and Nash bounced back the following year when they reunited with for . ~ William Ruhlmann