This album is best listened to whilst parked beside a fire-trail on the road south from Sydney, wandering down the fire-trail or with the windows down and the radio loud, with a jay in hand or whilst considering the rusting metal beside the track, whilst looking at the valley below or the semi-trailers on the highway, with slurpeeeeees in hand or musk sticks. This album is the 1968 second album by The Zombies, an absolute fucking sensation and something I haven’t stopped listening to for the last two weeks.
I’ve just begun a new psych, acid, garage rock, freak beat, british invasion, sunshine pop show on 2NSB, and well, I’ve only just begun stocking up on albums, but already this comes along. The title is actually a misspelling, not my absolute idiocy (it was their absolute idiocy), but never mind, this was and is their finest album (considering they disbanded after they made it). Enjoy.
- Care of Cell 44
- A Rose for Emily
- Maybe After He’s Gone
- Beechwood Park
- Brief Candles
- Hung up on a Dream
- Changes
- I Want Her, She Wants Me
- This Will Be Our Year
- Butcher’s Tale (Western Front 1914)
- Friends of Mine
- Time of the Season

Much Love