From Hors D'Oeuvres Issue 11 Page 15
SPAWN OF BRITAIN....from indoors, out
Like his messages in music, it was a regulated design aimed carefully and with ruled intent. Harper was realising that people were listening and he therefore wanted to be sure that what he said would be understood. There was naturally a note of bitterness that remained from the long hard years in damp folk-clubs, yet there was also a sweet reminiscence of the things he had learned about people and the experiences he had gained. These two factors were vividly undertoned in his next LP, 'Folkjokeopus', on Liberty. This third entry contained strong references to the literary battle Roy has waged against the incongruities of business connected with art. Below that, there was a goodly amount of delicate expression of love for his wife Monica, his son Nicky and those who listened for allowing him a chance to speak and be heard.
Recognition came, as it does to those who persevere at their talent until it does. Out of the tiny basement clubs, Roy moved to outdoor festivals where thousands heard him and to their countries as prime spawn of Britain. The few regular fans from the early days who were privileged to watch him discover his ambition merged with increasing numbers of new followers. His contexts altered to where his definitive position as a respected writer afforded him the scope he required to function at capacity. His product continues to build on itself, but no matter how much polish it acquires, no matter how well he manges to say what he means, the mark of a good songwriter is stamped on his soul, he will never be satisfied with one composition for long. Thus, wherever one enters his recording progression, all that belongs to his past will be there to turn back to and much more is forever promised. There isn't a trace of insincerity in Roy Harper the man....and his bark is as powerful as his bite.