USA, 1968, psychedelic pop / baroque pop

The SmokeThe Smoke: Minus the one trippy psych guitar / harpsichord track, most of this album sounds like that carefree kind of sunshine on your windy hair music. But the content is anything but. The album opens with a meditation on massacre of native American nations by the European immigrants, and other dark highlights include a seemingly cute boyfriend-girlfriend song about the game of love wherein there are no winners, and a pleasant little string quartet accompanying musings on why we all must die.

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