Journey to the Center of the MIND

At the mere mention of the term “psychedelic rock," most folks turn livid— their eyes cross, purple dots splotch their rosy cheeks, and steam begins puffing in short snorts from their nostrils. Punk has become acceptable, and bubble-gum can be considered a cute trend but acid rock...oh no, never! It is perhaps the only genre that can transform a solemn saint into a vituperative viper, hissing and lashing at art imaginary zonked-out world populated by Zen zombies.

January 1, 1981
Robot A. Hull

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