My Top 1000 Songs #121: Lazy Sunday
Here it is, Monday morning, and I suppose I should've moved this up a day so I could've posted it on a Sunday. Ah, well, spilt milk under the bridge. I have a deep and abiding love for the Small Faces' 1968 psychedelic masterpiece Ogdens' Nut Gone Flake . And while I enjoy the trippy weirdness found within, the album is buoyed by this bit of lighthearted, joyous, piano-driven pop, the band goofing off with Cockney accents and random silliness. The real glory comes at the end, when the band's neighborhood lark segues into a brief, gorgeous coda, Steve Marriott's rasp dissolving into a gentle sigh amidst a bath of church bells and whistling birds. Pure, inspired brilliance. Sure, the band were apparently pissed off that the record company went ahead and released it as a single, but sometimes the record company gets it right.
