The heart seems to be worn (literally) on the sleeve with this one - psychedelia. Garden of Earthly Delights kicks off with Eastern promise, but The Mayor of Simpleton is McCartney pop, one of Partridge's best songs with its infectious cascading bridge/chorus. King for a Day is a nice Moulding contribution. Next up is the only weak song, the dreadful Here Comes President Kill - its sledgehammer message and leaden arrangement have me reaching for `skip' every time. The rest is a varied garden of delights, via the bizarre Pink Thing (I thought it was a single entendre, but I've just got the joke - it could be about a baby), culminating in the dreamy and lovely Chalkhills and Children, about rockstars and roots - "I'm getting higher - lifted up by fame's fickle fire till the chalkhills and children anchor my feet".
Without the Beatles, this album would probably not exist (true of much else besides), and I yield to none in my admiration of that band - but they never put together a collection as on-the-money as this. Punk threw up a lot of quality music when the noise died down, but nothing to be cherished so much as XTC.