In 1968, the Plastic Cloud released one of the greatest underground psychedelic albums ever made: a swirl of gossamer vocals and Tolkien references swathed in the some of the most relentless fuzz guitar you will ever hear. It is a record with few equals, full of foreboding melodies and lovely hippie harmonies, as well as some of the trippiest fuzz guitar ever recorded. There is no need to single out a specifc track, as they are each excellent in their own way. Take for example the album centerpiece, the ten-and-a-half-minute 'You Don't Care,' an insane piece of social commentary that features terrifc back-of-the-mix Morgen-esque fuzz as an elusive focal point to its extended pounding-drum laden instrumental breaks -- a twisting trail of lysergic guitar winding its way to a fnal freak out. Essential psychedelia!
