...well sneekee hep euroboot named after gills cool youth xploitation flik where she plays a real moody gal lookin for kix...this is packed up right nice with top rockin early 60's ye-ye grooves 'n th' sound is full on upfront slappin great...gills ability to rock-le-twist is undesputed with no real ballads 'r chanson to slow down preceedins...buzzin finger poppin slab that will aid all cats doin le frug 'r le shimmee down th' cellars o' beatsville...

...beatnix 'n layabouts fearin that th' cubeville xpress will wisk them away after list'nin to this wax might need some hazee medication but their worries needn't overtake a nice 25minit groove to th' planet lounge with these popjazzers from 50's land...this is a place where batchelor pads hifiness is dominant 'n greezee sideburns 're a no-no...theres a nice dash o' good humor 'n good vibes floatin on this disk 'n goes well on warm evenins whilst selectin th' perfect button down 'n cigaret case for th' nightclub date uptown...

...this is most definitely a dusty garrett list'nin xperience with some medication if needed...could be said to be slightly difficult list'nin aswell but play a coupla times before settlin in 'n it will be a lot easier for cats with itchy dispositions...played thru cans maybe th' way forward 'r just turned up to somewhere approachin stun 'n let th' whole room become at one with th' sound...also th' sound quality is my-T fine which is only to be xpected with 'n artist o' scotts calibre...tip top , 'n not a flop...

...its all here on this debut wax from neil...everythang he would get to grips with (apart from that techno episode) is here in formative style...wistful ballads/orchestation from jack nitzsche whom he'd worked with in th' springfields/proto youngsian riffin 'n stretchedout grooves...a marvellous disk that in its own way is a perfect encapsulation o' his art, a total hep piece o' canyon grist...

...when these cats were on th' one they were ONIT, 'n brothah that aint no mistake jake...somewhat forgotten now apart from th' sad nostalgia circuit goers, this combo were a freeked jazzrock band/psychodelik bluedeyed soul/hornrock hardrock boogee outfit, they combined everythang 'n more...only seven trx on this coaster but 3 go on for about a week with all th' jammin 'n riffin 'n it dont get borin so thats a real plus...coupla trx produced by norm whitfield so cats know this is gonna be a tiptop blowout o' groovacious proportions...well funkee...

...this here nashville cat was always outside th' confines o' straight up cookeecutter country pop that was th' required standard down on music row...he hadda whole seperate bag goin on 'n that bag was to have no bag...reefer'd country soul 'r hep lounge crooner 're all part o' mickeys way o' doin thangs, 'n that aint even mentionin th' psychodelik ballardeer with some total wigged toonage...production is fulla instruments that dont crop up on nashville wax any too often (harpsichord/sitar) 'n thats a fact,jack...all th' songs here have been cover'd many many times by a myriad 'o different artists workin in many many styles 'n bein hits on every conceivable chart, 'n th' thang is these'r good to great songs not just fluff for geetus grabbin on th' roobs...soopahdoopah cool wax thats a singular 'n hep groove, 'n cats who may not digit country style may well dig this...

...proper nice xample o' hollywood jazzbos gettin groovee with this well spiffin funkee m.o.r take on some light classical ideas based on th' poem by william blake...some cool faked-out acid rock geetar on most trx gives evidence that th' late 60s new music revolution was fully entrenched in studio thinkin 'n was bein used to pull in sophisticated hi-fi buffs who wanted to appear hep without bein actually doin th' legwork...too highbrow (read square) for th' zap comix hippee trash who gave this a swerve back in th' day 'n too hippee for th' suburban workaday patriot so its fate was fallin thru th' cracks into th' bargin bins until th' hiphop producers picked up on th' open spaced sounds ideal for loopin...needs to be played in dimly lit room with a fresh bong handy 'n th' volume on high...

...when in 67 th' fab4 had proved that drugged out wierdness had a market that could bring in some serious bux nearly evryone in th' biz decided they wanted a slice o' this buggy musical action...one piece o' strangeness come outta elay (not a town unknown to strange goins on),with a songwriter o' melodramatic proportions 'n an actor given to bouts o' appreciation o' th' sauce got together to turn on th' suburban cubes with some over th' top lounge grooves...jimmys songs, sungrecited/dronemoaned by richard certainly made a few cats give a double take, for this is epic wig liftin gear when played at th' right volume in a receptive frame o' mind...just right for those windswept nights in th' dusty garret with a fresh bong 'n a glass 'r two o' absinthe to keeps it all bubblin...