"What's that!" I hear you cry ... "A psychedelic masterpiece from the Bee Gees? But weren't they all about Mickey Mouse vocals and cheesy disco?" Well, the extra-white teeth, matching shirts and bat-pleasing vocals may be what the Brothers Gibb are chiefly remembered for these days, but they did have a very different career and sound prior to that and that earlier sound is brilliantly represented on this, their first album, dating from the early part of 1967. And yes, it really is a psychedelic classic, right from the opening chords of the oddly perky time-travel tale of 'Turn of the Century' and the mysterious 'Holiday.' A few tracks in we hit a trilogy of songs that are among the finest artefacts of the whole 60s psychedelic era, the darkly strange 'Every Christian Lion-hearted Man' with its echoing monastic chants, swirling Hammond organ and gloriously impenetrable lyrics is followed by a cheerfully demented ditty about 'Craise Fenton Kirk, Royal Academy of Arts,' whose "wavy hair continued not to grow." This is followed by one of the oddest singles ever to reach the upper regions of the UK singles' charts, 'New York Mining Disaster, 1941.' This is the fictional tale of a group of miners trapped underground and thinking of their loved ones in the light above. Grim, dark, and a huge hit. Those were the days... Most of the other songs are a bit more normal, but none the worse for that as they demonstrate that the Bee Gees were blessed with an ear for a catchy tune, a way with oblique pop lyrics and the ability to sing gorgeous harmonies, plus some very fine arrangements. If, like me, you leap for the off switch every time you hear one of their later, disco-era disasters, check this out and I think you'll be very pleasantly surprised.