It's got all the trimmings, including a gatefold sleeve with a spine as fat as Chris Squire's bass sound, and a lyric sheet insert. Shame that the cover art, while the opposite of Roger Dean's fussy fantasia aesthetic, is not much better. The album, Yes's first, and before the likes of Steve Howe and Rick Wakeman joined, has an innocent charm that is missing from the albums even a couple of years later when they'd developed their schtick. Here you can still see the joins between the proto-symphonic bombast and the two sparer songs written by Jon Anderson on his own. And, of the latter, I've always felt that Survival was a pretty damn good song.
I got this record thirty years ago.
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