from the LP Edgar Broughton Band, Harvest Records, 1971Subtlety was not something the Edgar Broughton Band was known for, hence the cheeky and metaphorical, Where’s Waldo-esque cover photo (“Waldo” in this case being Broughton brother Steven, hanging amidst the slaughtered cattle carcasses); if you happen to be a vegan that’s easily nauseated, I’d advise you to skip the search for Steven and just avert your eyes altogether. Perpetual cynics and skeptics, they made a reputation for themselves based mainly upon playing free gigs and shows for radical anarchists and revolutionaries; at first glance, this song would appear to be about drugs and being wasted, but it’s really a statement on collective behavior and identity formation, “…who’s the lad who’d kill his dad for the sake of the right to belong to the new confusion?...do you trust in a world that turns about when another mother’s sons are being borrowed?...can you laugh aloud while you’re crying inside for the years that you tried to belong to the old confusion?...”
