The Thirteenth Floor Elevators are one of the great cult bands; shared around by generations of knowing music fans without ever taking a place in the limelight. If you've reached this page you probably already know that, so what more is there to say? Well, after years of having their (admittedly slim) musical archive asset-stripped by poor quality reissues, this is the proper, and properly remastered, edition of the album we have been waiting for. As far as I can tell this is the restored version of the album from last year's wilfully exclusive 'Sign of the 3 eyed men' box-set, now made available at a reasonable price for us regular punters who couldn't afford that luxury. For the first time, we can hear the dynamics of the band through the gloom and reverb of the original production. That was always part of their sound, to be sure, but now it sounds like a deliberate quality of shade and menace to the album rather than the mere murk of poor recording. The guitar lines are spikier, the bass runs are much clearer and Tommy Hall's jug still sounds like nothing else in rock. When all the psychedelic philosophy of the sleeve-notes was said and done, the Elevators were a strange meeting of pretty, Buddy Holly-style song structures with urgent modal riffing and, above it all, Roky Erickson's spectral vocals. Completists will appreciate the original stereo mix and some early, sharper studio mixes on the bonus disc ('Roller Coaster' being especially interesting) but it's the chance to hear the original album afresh that will make this most desirable for listeners.