This is it, a working definition of why the sixties were so great. By the time`the Softs' cut this album guitarist Daevid Allen had jumped ship, but the remaining trio of Kevin Ayers, Robert Wyatt and Mike Ratledge produced the seminal piece of English psychedelia (start airing those opinions, those who have nothing more constructive to do with their time)
Here's why. The phasing and echo on `Joy Of A Toy' are so integral to the thing that it wouldn't be anywhere near the same without them, while when the music gets downright static for a bit it ain't nothing but a bad trip.
`So Boot If At All' proves they could kick out the jam with the best of them, especially as Ratledge does things to an organ that not even Brian Auger contemplated.
He goes all chapel on `A Certain Kind' but then such a ballad demands it. Wyatt's voice and drums with Ayers on bass combine without locking but that tight-but-loose dichotomy is part of the deal.
The depth and range of it all is pretty staggering even now, but then the sound of kids let loose in a sweet shop rarely sounded so fine.