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On the other hand, there is nothing humble about Shuttah. The band's reach far exceeded its grasp. The Image Maker, its rambling double LP, also from '71, fancies itself a treatise on war and humanity. But it's a mess, representing Shuttah's misguided stab at making a grand artistic statement. Sure, that's something plenty of prog bands did in the '70s, but never like this. We get everything from field recordings and jazzy trombone interludes to sober ballads sung in one of those stern British voices -- think John Wetton (King Crimson, Asia). Shuttah's strangest quality, however, is its love for white-boy funk rock, which appears throughout the album. This was early '70s Britain, after all.