Sunrise/ Street Singer
After his absence, Softley returned with an electric group Soft Cloud, Loud Earth the group was soon trimmed down to a duo consisting of Softley and Mac MacLeod called Soft Cloud. They only performed a few times before they split up and Softley went on to pursue a solo career. Meeting Donovan again, he was persuaded to record for a second time. This time Terry Cox was on board for production and Softley claimed that "everybody all along the line was really good. Totally different to what I'd been through five years before - No-one was trying to make a fast penny out of me, and they were prepared to let me do everything exactly how I wanted to". Softley recorded three albums during this period, which have a very different tone from the first album, notably due to the variety of instruments and styles showcased on these albums, from upbeat rock (Can You Hear me Now?) and folk (Goldwatch Blues) to eastern-inspired sitar pieces (Love Colours) and skiffle (Ragtime Mama).
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