Roy Wood, Boulders
Move founder Roy Wood let his whimsical side run wild in this one-man band celebration of Phil Spector pop and British eccentricities. If Brian Wilson's artistic crack-up gets you down and Skip Spence's highly touted Oar strikes you as simply the worst load of crap to come out of the overrated San Francisco scene, try this album. I have no idea what was going on with Wood's mental state, but the album strikes me as a last-stand for a grown man's childhood love of pop music. It's no wonder his equally perverse follow-up albums shot mostly blanks.