I found it in the discount bin at my local record store, the case so badly cracked that it popped out of place when I picked it up. I’d never heard of The Zombies, or of Odessey and Oracle, but I’m a child of failed hippies, and I couldn’t resist the cover: scrollwork and flowers, a riotous burst of colors, a smattering of dancers, so much lovely chaos that my sentimental teenage heart couldn’t take it. I bought it immediately.
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