200 POUND UNDERGROUND

...THE HOBBIT THAT TURNS MY CRANKCASE IS DEPRESSED AND NEEDS THERAPY... ...AND I WON'T EVEN TELL YOU ABOUT MY UNICORN AIR FRESHENER...


Sometimes here at the ole 200LBU Headquarters, we like to let down all five of our hairs, light some aroma therapy candles and put the Tampere S.S. seven inchers aside for a day. When a mood such as this hits us, we bust into a special pile of wax and tracks that takes us away like lysergic Calgon. Always sitting high and mighty in said stack is the re-issue of the 1968 classic by Chrysalis entitled ‘Definition’. Chrysalis were a gaggle of New York freaks who managed to sound like the finer things coming from England and the west coast of their own country while still maintaining their east coast peculiarisms. The opening ’What Will Become of the Morning?’ is like early Canterbury moves interpreted by Curt Boetcher or something. Stuff that’ll make ya wanna tip toe through the long grass with the finest hooker you can find on your dead end street. ’April Grove’ is total first LP Fairport Convention, even if this Nancy Nairn chick ain’t no Judy Dyble, or even Judi Dench for that matter. Parts of this might get too hippy vaudeville for some of your asses, but anyone who doesn’t thrill to the thought of a draft dodger with a garder belt on his arm can go suck a ski cap. It sorta fries my cheese that there’s some beyond middle-aged-pony-tailed-doobage addict who probably has an original of this rotting away in his collection due to it’s inclusion of Spider Barbour. He should just give the bastard to me. I need it more.