This is Alan James ‘Bugsy’ Eastwood's first solo effort, moved with the changing times of the decade’s end, and melds Eastwood’s impressive rock sensibilities with a folk thread – to superb effect.

His arresting voice is the album’s primary weapon, its wistful soulfulness papering over, in places, some rather passé lyrics. Yet it’s hard to see why, across great down-the-line singer-songwriter fare such Evenin’ Rain or Virgin Morn, Seeds is so often tagged as an acid-folk record. It isn’t. Flashes of Nick Drake’s percussive jazziness do rear up from time to time but, actually, this deserves to stand as a great 70s singer-songwriter record that sets its own tone and meter.