This looks romantic in print, but it could easily have been a recipe for an unlistenable disaster, played occasionally at family gatherings and resulting in polite pats on the head.
Surprisingly, Philippe had the chops, and this combination of the pill prince and the poppers makes for a classic example of the British rock scene's late '60's glorious heyday. A time when Carnaby St. had turned down the technicolor and the Paris student riots of 1968 infused the climate with a heavy electricity. This runaway, thudding rocker "Alexander" alone proves the value in unearthing this exciting, yet random, collaboration. Perhaps someone should slip the phone number for the lads in Tame Impala to heiress Paris Hilton.