Many bands have tried to capture the look of 70s sci-fi pulp paperback covers in sound form, but the only ones whose sonic attack truly captures that sublime combination of the surreal, profound, and ridiculous was this drug-fueled British collective. None of their studio recordings truly re-create the sense of a mad poet rambling in the middle of a jazz festival while aliens invade like this definitive live document does. Lemmy Kilmister, soon to deal cards in another outfit, provides the groove while the stars explode around him.

– Jeff Treppel