At his best, was a clever songwriter, capable of reworking , , and cliches into fresh, funny . At his worst, was cutesy and unfocused, pulling good songs into awkward detours. , the only album he ever completed, captures at both extremes. The laid-back, rootsy sound of -- equal parts -- provided a touchstone for British , especially for , which covered 's and ( 's chief songwriter, , later recorded ). Those songs aren't on 1969's ; they're from an aborted 1971 record that was to feature as 's backing band. Instead, is filled with unassuming, midtempo rockers and , which are either songs about love or driving. has a pleasant, unremarkable white voice that, when combined with the mannered production, tends to undersell the songs, which would have benefited from grittier, committed performances. Then again, these songs aren't as good as which deservedly became staples. Many of these songs are well-written, particularly the off-kilter title track and but they lack the sharp humor and hooks of the previously mentioned songs. They are of interest as a curiosity, especially for fanatics, but illustrates why never became a cult artist in his own right. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine