Thought by some to be the first real rock opera, pre-dating The Who's Tommy, and considered by many to be one of the first ever concept albums, The Pretty Things strode into the sixties soundscape with a cracker any old way you wanna look at it. The album S.F. Sorrow follows the life of one Sebastian F Sorrow through his life's trials and tribulations. I heard this song on a psychedelic compilation album before eventually obtaining the album on C.D. about ten odd years ago. The acoustic strings riffing at the beginning set a really decent stage for the rhythm when it decides to kick in and I love the subtle psychedelic undertones. "From number three there came a cry, S.F. Sorrow was born!".
