[1968]
Obscure moody and broody garage psych from another one and done group from Michigan
You gotta love the intense mandolin and misanthropic sentiments delivered with tormented desperation by singer Bob Glese and those mournful dirge-y backing vocals.
You could imagine them playing this in a dusty saloon in a scene from a south of the border acid western.
A haunted lost classic.
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