Loki tells us about this experience: "... Someone puts on Kevin Ayers. We all hate it before we hear it. It's hippie-shit; akin in our minds to the Rick Wakeman or late Pink Floyd. We're into Psychic TV (yes, the irony escaped us), The Shamen, Spacemen 3, Coil, The Butthole Surfers, Acid House. For us, the hippies got everything right but the music; Kevin Ayers and all that shite couldn't begin to describe our acid experiences, which always seemed more about frothing and spinning down pitch-black farm-drain ditches, mad-fast industrial techno and the Nova Police than the peace, love and flowers that the hippies kept trying to push. ..."
Then it all changed. Read the whole story here (and listen to the song).