1970's schlock pop at its worst. I heard the Orange Blossom Special track on satellite radio, decided to check them out. After reading reviews by the likes of jerseytomato, I thought how could I go wrong. Wasting twenty bucks is how I went wrong. There are MAYBE two or three songs on the whole of these two albums that didn't make me ill from being so saccharin and loaded with empty drivel. Maybe in fond memories of a 70's drug-induced haze someone can force themselves to believe this stuff is good. There's a reason these guys never made a big name for themselves. This one's ending up as a white elephant gift.