Wealthy young French pharmaceutical heir Philippe Debarge wants to make a rock record. Said heir contacts commercially unsuccessful but supremely talented Abbey Road hallway-lurking British rock band, The Pretty Things. Band agrees to write songs for heir to sing. Band backs heir on a full-length recording. Heir then gives out the recording to friends.
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.