Random play led me to the Quo in their early psychedelic years playing this clip from an album I was given as an early teenage Christmas present. Expecting heads down boogie â la Piledriver etc, I was, as you can imagine, mightily disappointed. What is this thin, prissy sound, dominated by organ music, I thought? Grrr. And again grrr.
But, in a rural part of Dorset, that was all I had to listen to. And it wasn’t bad. Tunes a plenty, indeed. Though it wouldn’t go down well with my NWOBHM friends back home.
And then later, it was never seen in the same light by the worthiness in the inkies, pattering out paens to the glory that was Barrett-era Floyd and Ogdens Nut Gone Flake etc – proper psychedelia as opposed to Quo’s cod cash in.
Posts today on the blog mark Quo as a past-it band, deteriorating with the loss of Lancaster (and now Parfitt). But they had fun and were fun. You can imagine them trying acid and finding it a bit of a giggle. You can even hear it in the song here – tripping and writing a silly song about it. From there, » Continue Reading.
