Kevin Ayers’ solo debut is one helluva deep-focus psych record that falls through the crack between the guitarist’s unfair rep as a prog guy (see: Soft Machine and Gong) and his very fair rep as a slacker (see: all the proto-indie-rock he made after Joy). Both bubble-gummy and acidic, this might be the best record Syd Barrett’s Pink Floyd never got the chance to make. —Brent Burton