The song starts off like 1968 with bass drums and guitars accompanied by flutes and a whole myriad of players, feeling like those great bands with 14 integral, necessary players on stage doing a good mix of jazz rock excitement. Those were good days, and faithfully recreated here. The lyrics even flow freely with full stream-of-consciousness tradition, “For some strange reason we decided to talk about sex, it was a Wednesday and half past nine. The conversation just seemed to wander there.” The song goes back and forth between lyrical beauty and tremendous excitement. Well done. “Somewhere in this living city, the beats are hot I’m told.” Shout out for the total exhilaration of Celebrity Puree.
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