from the LP Flying, Beacon Records, 1971This gloriously hallucinogenic monster of a song is miles away from the quasi-metal vibe which gave UFO so much success later in the decade, and though it wouldn’t have been possible to take this kind of trip much farther out, we’ll never know, as it is the lasting document we have of guitarist Mick Bolton’s searing, lysergic style of blues; one of the band’s first names was “Acid” for fuck’s sake, later settling on ‘UFO’ after the club in London which served as the center of London’s freak scene & where Pink Floyd built their reputation as psychedelic ringleaders. Phil Mogg’s brawny howls are immediately recognizable, even back then, but in this tune the singing is merely background to Bolton’s alien-invasion-cum-guitar-solo, swooshing and echoing all around (grab good headphones if ya got em), much like comets through space. My attempts to figure out what happened to Mick Bolton post-UFO have been completely unsuccessful, so if anyone be aware of that, let a brother know!
