It’s 1970 and the band known as Yes haven’t really figured out who they are yet, being still a couple of instrumental wizards short of achieving true escape velocity. Which doesn’t mean this re-imagining of an obscure Richie Havens song isn’t a pile of fun, all jazz riffs, stolen TV cowboy themes, and whatever else could be made to fit.
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