That's the album with which he blew everything that was great about his first few records i.e. doing the LA singer songwriter thing with a first generation Brit rocker's instinct for boogie. None of that deadly Californian crapola and there's lots of Black Crowes style southern rock and roll swagger to balance the sugary moments. An English Randy Newman if you will.
If you listen to four early records in particular (11-17-70 a great live album, self-titled, Tumbleweed and Madman) and try and forget the showbiz bozo he turned himself into then it puts GYBR into perspective.
What most folks think of as his first classic album was actually his first terrible one though Honky Chateau heads in that direction in places.