An old road paved with good intentions.

In the case of Martin Orford, good intentions are not enough to make good cakes!
Above all, we must prevent future listener that this album was recorded in a studio 700000 tracks!
Everything is chock-full, no room for a break, half rest, silence, not even a sigh! In the long run it is quickly tiring for the ears.
Second thing that angers: singing. The vocals are all put to electronic fig leaf (harmonizer, flanger, etc ...). When one has no voice it is better not sing! (Often recurring problem in the prog, is not it Mr Steve Hackett?). Martin would have done better to refrain from singing, colleagues (Thorne and Longdon) are hardly better off. The case of John Wetton is quite different because of health problems his voice is only a memory, what a pity! (Ah starless ...)

Martin Orford warns that this album is not the seventies prog, he reassures himself that is. In the best case we are treated to a rehash of Asia Alpha period and in general the quality of the compositions rather poor (succession of arch-accrued agreements reshuffled harmonies)
At interpretation, Martin Orford appears happened to his limites.Sur the piano intro (digital, yuck!) Of "Prelude" has much feeling that sequence and inventiveness in the solos is miles away from a Tony Banks. By spock's beard against the rhythm section is impeccable and all the musicians of this album are sizes.

It is unfortunate that the quality of the music is not the same level as that of the musicians, because this kind of meeting is eminently likable.
An adviser to the album synthetic neo-prog fans and even rock-fm.
But as Martin himself, one can always whistling the songs in the shower!
In conclusion, it does "not break three legs to a duck," but delight fan of prog predigested fast food!