
The last really good Cat Stevens song, two albums back, was appropriately titled "I Can't Keep It In." Since then he's been pouring out separate streams of interesting melody and dubious verbiage, streams that never converge. That would not necessarily be a problem -- Stevens remains a gifted composer no matter what -- were it not for the fact that his lyrics become so much more strident and incoherent with each progressively less promising effort.
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Though its proselytizing efforts are nearly as noxious as the Foreigner Suite's pretensions, this is generally a more lighthearted, less stilted album than its predecessor. "Oh Very Young" is a lovely, simple melody, the vaguest song here and one of the most appealing. "Ghost Town" sounds like high-adrenaline Neil Young, and if you nod along to Gerry Conway's drums as feverishly as Cat himself would, you may not even notice lyrics that drop the names of Anne Boleyn, Houdini, Bill Bailey, Buster Keaton and King Tut. "Ready," "Music" and "A Bad Penny" all come on strong but never live up to the opening bars. "A Bad Penny" is the most interesting of the lot, if only because its reference to "idol lies" is never established as either a bad pun or bad spelling. All of the album is beautifully performed, but parts of it are overproduced. Cat needs a dozen good songs a lot more than he needs a dozen background singers right now.
- Janet Maslin, Rolling Stone, 5/23/74.
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Cat Stevens is back with the kind of material he does best, a selection of short, well produced, relatively uncomplicated cuts. In contrast to his Foreigner Suite set, Stevens sticks more to the kind of basics that first gained him his massive popularity here some five years ago. His singing is stronger than it has been in some time, and the background vocals, while noticeable, are unobtrusive. Perhaps the best thing about this set is that it is chock full of potential singles with easy melodies and relatively simple themes. Stevens depends more on keyboards here than he did on his last set, but this adds to the album's lush, full sound.
- Billboard, 1974.
Cat Stevens is coasting on the goodwill he earned for Mona Bone Jakon, Tea for the Tillerman and Teaser and the Firecat. My guess is his audience is becoming progressively younger, with many young men and women responding to him more as a sex star than a musician. The continued success of his records shows that they are oblivious to the decline in the quality of his work. Personally, even when I can tune out the blissed-out homilies about the religion of music and the good works of Jesus and Buddha, I no longer enjoy his voice, which has turned strained and gravelly. And the melodies and arrangements at which he once excelled are now sadly underdeveloped. But the band's musicianship and the production create a stylish sound that helps conceal the larger defects of Buddha and the Chocolate Box -- although my guess is, only for a while.
- Jon Landau, Rolling Stone, 6/6/74.
The difference between an album you love and an album you hate is often one or two cuts. An inspired song that fulfills a fantasy you never knew you had can make you believe in a whole side, while a song that commits some deadly sin can drag innocents to perdition. In "Music," for example, Cat tells us there wouldn't be any "wars in the world/If everybody joined in the band." This kind of lie is called a tautology; it's like saying there wouldn't be any hunger if everyone became an ice cream man. And makes you wonder why a guy who loves trees so much (reference: "King of Trees") designed a double-fold cover with cardboard inner sleeve for this unlovable single LP. C-
- Robert Christgau, Christgau's Record Guide, 1981.
At the time of its release, this was heralded as Stevens' best effort since Tea for the Tillerman. It wasn't. It did have a few good tunes, particularly "Oh Very Young" and "Ready," both hits. * * *
- Rick Clark, The All-Music Guide to Rock, 1995.
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