Head isn’t the best Monkees album; in fact it contains just six pieces of music, only one of which is a copper-bottomed classic. But it does best symbolize the wonderful set of contradictions that made up the Monkees and their brief top-flight career.
The Monkees were first really brought to my attention when my kid sister pinned a tearout picture from Fab 208 teeny fanzine on . . .
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