Unjustly overshadowed by the two subsequent works, the first album by Soft Machine contains some of the best pop ideas of the entire Canterbury scene, and remarkable more experimental tracks, typical of that avant-garde-that-doesn't-take-itself-seriously of which the band would become one of the major exponents.
The album begins with "Hope For Happiness", and "Hope For Happiness" begins with "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah". A dissonant track, with two magnificently overlapping vocal tracks, and with a chorus that would have made history if Soft Machine had achieved a tenth of the success they deserve. Another track that requires comment is "Why Am I So Short?", which continues into the next "So Boot If At All". Fantastic melody, excellent rhythmic breaks. One of the best tracks, if I have to be honest; a delightfully pop piece that fades into a delirium of dissonances held together by Wyatt's drums, and that closes with the return of the main theme.
It is an album that on some occasions appears somewhat unspontaneous, but it is so full of ideas, power, and irony [finish the sentence with a banal comparison of your choice between "that makes it one of the best albums of the entire Canterbury scene"... "that immediately places it in the pantheon of indispensable albums"... "my uncle can't stand ski instructors"].
Soft Machine was a fabulous and boiling cauldron of wonders.
"Why Are We Sleeping?" is a march with a fabulous psychedelic organ, very British voice, and an ultra-psychotic chorus.