Barclay James Harvest are not fondly thought of in critical circles in fact probably precisely the opposite. But they weren't without a sense of humour as this, one of their best know songs attests. Written after a reviewer dismissed them as 'the poor man's Moody Blues' they wrote this which can only be described as 'the poor man's Nights in White Satin'. Vaguely diverting nonetheless.
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