Eat It: Humble Pie (A&M AML— 34826/7).

Reviewed by Richard Best.

I was a sad kid when Steve Marriott left the Small Small Faces in 1968 and came up with a tasteless kid supergroup called Humble Pie. As Safe As Yesterday Is and Town and Country were dull, competent exercises in nadir.

"Itchycoo Park" had withered with pure acid and for a while it looked like Odgen's Nut Gone Flake was the End.

Then, Rock on. Rockin' the Fillmore and Smokin' and unedited joy. You could dance to these lips and it was (almost) Raw Power without no pretension and make-up.

Eat It? — maybe good things don't last forever. It's spunky all right and Steve Marriott still rocks like like a devil. Four sides split neatly into soul, rock, acoustic and live and three Negro women, The Blackberries, who fill it out rather well.

I don't know why but Eat It doesn't quire gell. Maybe four sides is too much or the Pic got ate at the Fillmore. I wanna dance to rock and Status Quo and Slade do it better than these guys. I wanna rip and with due respect to Marriott and the "personal acoustic slide", I can't rock to that.

Listen to "Beckton Dumps" on side four and hold the tears when echoes of "Lazy Sunday" filter through. Shit, we danced to that one, eh?