hawkwind

...all space heads 'n wig-flipped cats need these acid fried hepsters spinnin' at least once a day 'n this is one o' their best ...riffin'n dronin'n poundin' their way thruough 40 minutes o' extra-terrestial vibrations...skwonky sax 'n squeaky freakey-deaky synths roll around freely in th' mix takin' th' openminded with them...'has th'world gone mad or is it me' they ask 'n thats even more true today...a wonderful band who give support'n sustenance to all right thinkin' heads 'n no time for squares cos they only ware a cat down...