...back in th' very early sixtees everyone from beatnik to uptight cube were gettin th' space was th' place 'n th' race to get there was on...these cats had no problem gettin th' itch to buzz th' astroids 'n soar into th' cozmos...helped by future thinkin backroom scientist joe meek these cats sounded like tomorrow had arrived with th' weekend all in one...twangin geetars propel th' pop list'ner into worlds o' society nightclubs on th' moon with robots servin cocktails from way past venus 'n mars...grab th'sound from th' time o' hopefulness that actually never arrived, when tomorrow seemed to be here already but alas proved illusionary for most...


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