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.