...a very nice compendium of utter jookness suitable for all followers of the rock'n'roll vibe with the amphetamine jag...merging the urban reality of the early who with early seventies glam tickles, this ain't exactly glam in the strictest sense, being a more street level amalgam of thud pop and a streamlined pub rock with muscle, something eddie and the hot rods would work on a couple of years later with their garage R&B pop attack...a direct line back to the weird pilled up mod years occurs through none other than chris townson from johns children holding down the skin worrying position behind the traps...could have been contenders if old mods and rockers like bolan /bowie/glitter had not altered the course of mainstream pop at this juncture...digit now...
...welcome beatnix, welcome hippies too, all are welcome...welcome the cafe hooligan shouting mad poetry on a tuesday afternoon after 3 expressos liberally plied and supplemented with cheap brandy, a hydro reefer and 4 donuts...welcome the layabout who wanders from pad to pad, scarfing free food and enjoying a bonged session with some good hash, welcome to all right thinking cats who know the deal and don't squeal...welcome to you all...
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