Always a tenuous artistic force at best,
the Fireballs had reached the end of the line, creatively and commercially, by the end of the 1960s. Their final LP has a small (#63) hit in the title track, which like the entire album is humdrum stuff. The group embraced late-'60s commercial rock production with the occasional fuzz riff, horns, soul-styled backup vocals, and so on, yet the songs possessed neither a solid identity nor notable quality. A CD reissue combines this and the 1968 album
Bottle of Wine onto one disc.
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Richie Unterberger, Rovi