Robyn Hitchcock -- "Acid Bird"
Neo-psychedelic pop of the finest possible variety, with the power to convince you that not everyone's acid trips are a waste of time. At the same time, this song captures an experience, a wide-eyed innocence, that seems almost impossible today -- the experience of seeing things for real for the first time. But that's what's at the heart of all psychedelia, whether it's John the Revelator's (cave-trance induced), William Blake's (possibly induced by epilepsy), or the more modern chemical variety. The guitars are chimey, the melody sinuous, the bass there to remind us on occasion that our feet are actually still on solid ground. My advice: skip the acid, just listen to the soundtrack. You'll get the idea.
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