(Sevens, a recurring feature on Aquarium Drunkard, pays tribute to the art of the individual song.)
I want you to listen to this song, so I'll ask that you trust me and not let the following several sentences sway you from doing so. The arrival of Ultimate Spinach's 1968 debut album was derided by critics as nothing more than a Boston-based, commercially driven, cash-in project aping the recent West coast "psychedelia . . .
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