This album, released by the Elektra label, can be found in record stores under the Folk genre.

But it was the year 1968, the psychedelic era was at its peak, and the first album by Pink Floyd was a hit in London. It was in this atmosphere of experimentation and magic that two Scottish minstrels named Mike Heron and Robin Williamson conceived this incredible album produced by Joe Boyd, the same producer of Syd Barrett and company.
As soon as you start listening to the album, you will be transported to a fairy world where the Nordic sound of flutes, harps, guitars masterfully merges with the oriental sound of the sitar, creating a fairy-tale atmosphere, folksy indeed, but so hallucinatory as to break any traditional scheme.

The voice of Robin Williamson, like a forest sprite, reaches its peak in "Minotaur's Song", a sort of medieval banquet song complete with a chorus. What follows are 10 tracks sung alternately by Mike and Robin, astounding for their effects and inventiveness, an inimitable music never conceived by any other artist. I recommend listening to the album from start to finish, a sort of guiding thread will transport you into the magical enchanted world of the Incredible String Band.

Tracklist Lyrics and Videos

01   Koeeoaddi There (04:50)

02   The Minotaur's Song (03:22)

03   Witches Hat (02:36)

04   A Very Cellular Song (13:13)

05   Mercy I Cry City (02:48)

06   Waltz of the New Moon (05:03)

07   The Water Song (03:01)

08   Three Is a Green Crown (07:48)

09   Swift as the Wind (04:54)

10   Nightfall (02:33)

Nightfall o river of night flow through me
Washing thoughts of the day on your waters away
For the morrow that dawns never knew me

Nightfall nightfall folding her dark locks around you
Her eyes they have found you would show you
This new dream they're holding

O sleep o come to me you who are night's daughter
And I'll give you my eyes for the colours that rise
As time's echoes reflect on you water.

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