By 1971, after more line-up changes than I care to explain, they had somehow transformed into a garage psych band - this is real, raw, underground shit, sounding like practice room recordings. There are some tough original songs in this bunch with great guitar work, although you have to allow some charity for the vocals rather loose relationship with the tune at times.
Thanks to the obscurity of our exotic nation, this LP goes for loot among overseas psych collectors, though I shan't be retiring on the proceeds as my copy is sleeveless and hence unmarketable (found wedged between two New Seekers LPs in a pile of throwaways, so, can't complain).
The Underdogs - Every Little Thing
The Underdogs - It's A Blessing
The Underdogs - Is He Going To Die
If anyone has an empty sleeve for this album get at me: we can sell this to a bearded man in Kent and go halves on a jacuzzi.
Better than records