Young Flowers' second album was, much like their first and only other LP (1968's
Blomsterpistolen), very much following the path of heavy psychedelic rock acts like
Jimi Hendrix and some of the other blues-rock-flavored trios springing up in his wake. But while there's more variety this time around, it's still pretty undeveloped in the songwriting department, and ultimately hard to keep your attention upon over the course of an album. Perhaps it doesn't help that their grasp of the English language (in which most of the songs are written) and accent isn't as good as that of many Scandinavian bands; it's hard to avoid awkwardness in any song built around the phrase "Won't You Take My Place in the Queue." The bigger issue, however, is that the riffs are both unmemorable and sometimes just excuses for half-jammed-type passages and freaky bits to build around, especially on the ten-minute closer, "Kragerne Vender." The proto-prog rockish alternation of melancholy folky melodies and harder rock of "And Who But I Should Be" would have been a more promising direction to pursue more often, though even that's in danger of drowning under an overuse of phasing.