Forget the
bunnydrops, the Summer of Love (remix) starts here. After all those
elegant games with the sound of gray glass, this is a surprise. The
thunderous drums, racing guitars turning into sitars (over Woodstock?)
and Siouxsie's very West Coast flattened "a"s sound like one
of the more unpleasant trips embarked on by the young Jefferson
Airplane. That isn't to say it's dated, more a form of crank modernism.
