More from Dr. Schluss:
It could be the two manhattans that I just drank speaking, but I find this one exceptionally groovy. Even more than the Millennium’s Begin, I feel like these cats are trying to induct me into some strange hippy cult. We’ll dance around like the Brady Bunch on the days that Greg got high, sugarcubes in hand. That said, this sunshine pop is not musically in the same league as Curt Boettcher’s productions (like the aforementioned Millennium), but I would go for this one before the 5th Dimension, and it’s far trippier than the Mamas and the Papas. The Allmusic Guide mentioned that this was a studio construct and mostly exploitative of the counterculture scene, but I’ll admit that I’m pretty well fooled.
It’s a pretty awesome album, actually. I listened to it on Venice Beach recently. Kind of perfect.
