Mr. Music Head almost made the Kentucky-born wizard a true star.
The squeaky-clean Mike Curb Congregation offered a safe musical alternative to the tumultuous culture wars of the first psychedelic era.
The entire album is full of songs that sound like they should be as familiar to listeners as any by Queen, Led Zeppelin or the Rolling Stones.
This massive “fuck you” to the label putting out his music on record is conclusive proof no one at Atlantic was bothering to listen.
You might come across a gem like Macy Gray’s I Try 12” in your store’s bargain bin.