It’s the echo effect on the drumming and the repeated shout ‘Time’ that leads into a fuzz solo and wilder reverberations swirling around in the magical background. Then the screaming. Then the manic laughter. Electronic screeching and the machine-gun drumming, fading in and out, rising to a crescendo and looped back to the wail of ‘Now the time has come’ before leading into the apocalyptic line ‘And my soul has been psycedelicised’ – the use and power of that word at that time! – then it slows painfully to its groaned end, and we put down our mock-mics, exhausted by our vicarious vinyl trip.
Upon learning of their new song, Columbia president Clive Davis asked for it to be recorded by a white group, something the band was vehemently against.