...some pretty right-on lyrix concernin some o' th' different aspex o' th' war machine from th' bizniz scum/politcians that keep conflikt goin on, th' poor that go to th' battle 'n end up not copin with society on return,fear o' atomic destruction that was still on a lotta cats minds with vietnam/cold war madness....not copin in skwareville without drugs 'n th' opposite, just havin fun with drugs...hippie bongo mysticism 'n comik book weirdness add to vibe...all this laid on top o' some doomed heavy riffin 'n a roar in th' production (probably accidently but it dont make no nevermind this late in th' day) that make this a different groove to th' first disks messed up heavy blues rock...