This is a fairly plain song, dull production, good lyrics, unremarkable singing, and then Richard Thompson's guitar leaves bloody marks where your ears used to be. Thompson's still a Muslim and was at the time of the recording, so I don't imagine he was partaking at the time, but do you wind up playing like that without some hefty chemical inspiration in your past?
Play loud: the contrast between song and assault is fun.
Kitschier. These poor hippies do not know there is a lion on their stage ready to rip them all to shreds:
Still melting brains 40 years after Fairport:
Also he is a smartypants: