Way back in the 1970s, I met someone who claimed to have seen this film in a village hall halfway up a mountain in North Yorkshire during a rainstorm. Decades spun by and I despaired of ever seeing it myself. Then, lo and behold, a VHS release, followed by DVD. Yay! I now have both.
Be warned that this film is a very hippy artefact, replete with much long hair adorning both men and women, many strange and flowered costumes, much fey dialogue, peace and love. Personally, having been 14 in 1967, I love all this stuff. In my youth, I longed to hitchhike to Scotland and join the Incredible String Band in the Edinburgh idyll this film so lovingly documents (actually, I think it's mostly filmed in Wales, but I'd heard they came from Edinburgh so that's where I wanted to go). Seeing Mike and Robin, Rose and Licorice and their friends looning through the heather in fairytale dress making mystical gestures reminds me why I had that dream. The whole atmosphere of the film sings of the blissful possibilities we all believed in then. Cynicism had no place in the ISB universe, nor has it any place in this review. Oh yes, and the musical sections are great, there are bucket-loads of wonderful, whacky humour on display and the whole thing is a joyous reminder of wonderful times and of a truly great, truly original, truly incredible string band.