Well, Arthur Lee and Love have been gone, leaving, I suppose, mixed feelings ranging from wild enthusiasm for their performances to just plain disappointment. It must be pretty difficult for some of these American bands, who come over here preceded by inflated reputations and excellent albums, to meet people’s expectations — and, whereas Spirit were as magnificent as their albums, Love didn’t quite bring it off I feel.

The audiences at the four gigs I saw were all enthusiastic ... they recognized and clapped introductions (and some clapped the spade roadie, mistaking him for Lee), and went mad after each song, but Lee, rather than Love, made the evenings. Without him, they would have been, despite. the brilliant drummer, a very mediocre rock band. (Lee contends that they are his perfect group, but they certainly don’t hold a candle to the old Love.) Yet sometimes they really hit it off together.