If somebody told you this was a parody album, you'd buy it for a beat or two.
I mean. That band name, that album name, that cover art, all kicking off with a song called "Flying High", whispering L!...S!...D!..., with a song about LBJ (gonna make him eat a _flower_, gonna make him take _acid_), everything slathered in organs and Grateful guitars - a hyperdense capsule of the psychedelic moment. Maybe at the time it read sincere; the music can hardly be held accountable for its moves calcifying into cliche after the fact, but it all sounds pretty goofy in 2017 3/5
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