In some respects, Marc Mundy’s obscure self-released album is average early-’70s pop-oriented singer/songwriter stuff. It’s professionally played, if a bit drab, with some cheesy organ riffs that seemed to have been dragged in right off the fairground. In one respect, however, it sounds like few other such rarities. Though sung entirely in English, Mundy’s fairly heavily accented vocals are obviously by someone vocalizing in their non-native language, and the basic sad, lovelorn lyrics have a similar pidgin quality. Throw in Mundy’s queasily wavering vocal abilities and consistently downbeat yet mundane Middle Eastern-flavored melodies, and you have a record that straddles the line between subpar early-’70s rock and outsider music. It’s not fun to knock a record on which the performer’s obviously sincere and working to the best of his abilities, and which, for all its limitations, has its admirers among collectors. Yet the truth remains that the average listener will find it to be a novelty, and not a fun novelty, but something of a downer. The album was reissued on CD with historical liner notes by Companion in 2006. – Richie Unterberger