I’ve always liked this song. It’s earnest lyrics are best when when awkward and offensive (freaks and hairies, dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity), and otherwise awful (world pollution, that’s no solution, execution by electrocution), but the harmonies are Beatles-esque and when it really gets going it chugs like, um, Pink Floyd? That’s not right.
Digging through the Alvin Lee ouvre tonight it was striking just how bad his later covers of Hey Joe and Good Morning Little School Girl were. Not a bad guitarist, but not a good blues guitarist, he peaked at good enough, which was good enough to headline the show that made Peter Frampton a star. I don’t know what to do.