This is a slice of 1968 at its whimsical best. This flower power stuff was all the rage for a very short period of time. The whole thing came crashing to the ground rather suddenly the following year, which heralded the appearance of power trios and the start of progressive rock, both of which were seen as a reaction to this sort of thing. Strange then this band should develop into King Crimson who instantly set the British rock scene alight with their debut album.
Having said all that this album still bears closer inspection. There is some terrific guitar work from Robert Fripp and the songs are mostly good, the whimsical spoken bit I find rather endearing, people who find them embarrassing need to grow up and stop worrying about sounding cool.