FOCUS—Focus Con Proby (Harvest):: Geez, even when you're not looking for irony, it comes up and clobbers you over the head. Thijs van Leer reforms the band with some new personnel and what's the biggest problem? Lack of focus, natch. They try everything from ersatz Procol Harum plodhoppers to fusion flashers, connecting about half the time. It's nice to see the Once-notorious P.J. Proby back in action but the lyrics he's asked to sing are so dismal, you wind up listening to the speedy guitars of Philip Catherine and Eef Albers (ain't that a name) instead. At least they had the (1) good sense or (2) blind luck (pick one) to put all the good stuff on side one. M.D.

JOHN MARTYN—One World (Island):: Yahoo, a folkie with wallop! Been true to this songwriter's plucking ever since him & Bev. laadeedahed their hearts out on Road To RuinMartyn always sounded like he'd had a barrel of stout and was gonna belch thunder at any moment. For the past five albums, Martyn, like Norman Mailer, has continually thrown punches, remaining oblivious to the consequences of appearing foolish (most evident on Inside Out's fuzzy experimentation). With poetic gusto, tho, Martyn eventually comes through. He usually gets in a jam when he tries to go funky or worms too close to MOR jazz, but this album only has traces of such wanderings; it flows gently, unifying the cosmos with its special Music of the Spheres. In other words, for those down-to-earth types—great dope muzak, Jack! R.A.H.