
A misty, transitional masterpiece of soft-focus psychedelia, introducing Bob Welch and Christine McVie's gentle, ocean-breezed songwriting to the fold.
September 3, 1971 · Reprise Records
A cool, damp breeze blows through these grooves, smelling of wet London pavement and salt air. The heavy blues of the past dissolves into spacious, sun-dappled jams, led by a chiming acoustic guitar and the warm hum of a Fender Rhodes. You are drifting through a soft-focus landscape where the songs stretch out like late-afternoon shadows. It is the sound of a band exhaling, finding a gentler, more melodic way to float.
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Departing from their usual relationship-driven narratives, the band anchors these songs in the imagery of nature, letting the salt air and coastal tides dictate the emotional landscape.
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