Minor lights on the Mid-Sixties British Explosion Scene. Originally from York, they decamped to London and did several groovy things for a few years. Probably best known for My Friend Jack, who apparently ate sugarlumps and saw beautiful things. Hmm.
I've gone for this instead If the Weather's Sunny, which has a cool Sixties melancholia, pitches it's tent somewhere between Lovin' Spoonful's Daydream and Kinks Sunny Afternoon and fits right in. Snug as a bug in a rug.
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