The major argument against Hawkwind's debut was - in a few words - formless hippie-jam drivel. And I could not disagree more. Other than the lead-off track "Hurry On Sundown", a genial acoustic number which harkened back to Dave Brock's busker days, the album is filled with monolithic one-tack grooves like "Be Yourself", "Seeing It as You Really Are", "Mirror of Illusion", and "Paranoia" (in two parts). This is the group in their rawest, most undiluted form, which turns a lot of people off, but despite the chaos they sound cohesive from the jump.