Hello, Hurray-The Super Sane World of Arthur Brown
I was a young man back in the 1960 s but so were most people The spirit of `67 haunts us ills the scent of a dying rose No one knows what really happened I but we've still got the silhouettes on our shades. One up the arse for the business, one more toke for the audience and a media mess.
Hello, HurrayThe Super Sane World of Arthur Brown
LETTER FROM BRITAIN
by Simon Frith
I was a young man back in the 1960 s but so wera most people The spirit of `67 haunts us ills the scent of a dying rose No one knows what really happened I but we've still got the silhouettes on our shades. One up the arse for the business, one more toke for the audience and a media mess. Rock was a happening we staged ourselves, and glory of glories was Arthur Brown, hair ablaze, descendir.g from a icopier into the 1967 Woiburn festival'. 5.00 sheep died, the Ml was closeth It ws the start of something:guod and the et:d of something better Arthur Brown didn't lust fall from the sky: