As Mr Smothers #1 intros the band you can sense an 'attitude' in all the members, even the usually more docile Entwhistle seems to bristle with pent up tension in just wanting to get the fuck under way and rip in . . . . and rip in they did, live, loud and in the face of every 'straight' in the land, when a lot of folk were still attempting to make sense of the Fab Four and the Stones, nobody attacked the stage like this London quartet . . . .
The maniacal Moon on skins, the psychotic windmill, Townshend on guitar, the menacingly brooding presence of Big John on bass and the stuttering, stammering sex panther, Daltrey running amok on vocals and lasso/mic . . . . sheer fucking dynomite !!!! Make no bones about it, this was one of the great, single song performances of the decade . . . . take no prisoners, death by noise !!!
****** READ THE FOOTNOTE IN THE COMMENTS SECTION ON POOTUBE TO SEE THE DAMAGE DONE BY THE OVER AMPED PYROTECHNICS DISPLAY . . . . NOTHING EVER SUCCEEDS QUITE LIKE EXCESS !!!!