The Pretty Things' follow up to S.F Sorrow may not be as intriguing but is still a pretty awesome album and is just as conceptual. This album flows like one long song which keeps you from ever turning it off, that is until the second half. Like all other bands of the time the Pretty Things spend half their time making great psych-rock and the the other half resorting to cheezy mojo-blues garbage. This album got album of the year from Rolling Stone in 1970 and the first half deserves it, but the generic rock that plagues the second half will probably disappoint.
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