Neil Young's songs from this ill-fated collaboration are widely regarded as toss-offs, but the disc does contain three or four swell Young tunes. The title track is among his finest work from the mid-'70s, with its generous pop hook wrapped in shambling rhythms, laconic pace, nostalgic subject matter, and subtle, country-fried accents. The slow, powerful "Fountainebleau"--a story of rock-star hotel decadence--is "Powderfinger"-ish with some of Young's most nimble-fingered fretwork ever, and his vocals on "Midnight on the Bay" are stunningly on key. Unfortunately, Stephen Stills's musical muse was more than burnt out by the time this record was made, and "Guardian Angel" sounds like the cast of Godspell on a very off day. "Make Love to You," with its faux-soul keyboard runs, Stills's dying-moose moans, and the insanely cheesy "Hey baby, I just wanta make love to you"-type lyrics, sounds so ridiculous one half-expects Chef from South Park to jump out from behind the speakers, crooning into his spoon to an imaginary sexy lady. This album went gold, but luckily "The Stills-Young Band" was never heard from again after this messy, one-sided affair. --Mike McGonigal