I am a proud ex-member of the Under The Bathwater Club, which means that most Sundays in my youth you would find me listening to Jimmy Saville’s rundown of past chart listings (or the ‘hit parade’ as we music buffs like to call it) whilst undergoing a morning-after-the-night-before detox in the tub. In such fashion my encyclopaedic knowledge of everything from the Kingston Trio’s ‘Hang Down Your Head Tom Dooley’ to Kenny’s ‘The Bump’ was honed, especially revelling in those heady days when Hendrix and Humperdinck could rub shoulders in the top ten. And the relevance of all this you ask? Well, The Superimposers hark back to a late 60′s/early 70′s era of restrained but whimsical and inventive pop that brings to mind sounds like ‘I can’t let Maggie go’ by Honeybus, ‘Excerpts From A Teenage Opera’ by Keith West, ‘My Name Is Jack’ by Manfred Mann, and the completely fantabulous (no joke) ‘White Horses’ by Jacky. I could go on. As they themselves attest, their influences are peace, love, and harmonies; and their sound “will ooze from your iPod like treacle from a harpsichord”. So put on those rose-tinted Lennon specs, that burgundy crushed velvet jacket, and let those sideburns grow Jason King style.