This was my first Felt album; the one that started something of an obsession. It happened so quickly. That was the way of it in those days. Those days being to do with a time in my life, not a time in the world, as indeed they are for everyone.
There were already older and newer Felt records to discover after this one, and yes, it was ‘Primitive Painters’ that had hipped me to Lawrence and the group. I heard that on Peel. The festive 50. Taped it off the radio and spent hours on end gyrating in my bedroom, high on home-made wine and dreams. Heady times.
In hindsight I am not sure why I went with Splendour Of Fear as my first Felt album, but I am glad I did. The Red Indian drumming. The Warhol / Chelsea Girls cover that I didn’t twig until years later. The texture of the sleeve. The silver and black labels. When I heard this record it was like I finally knew who I was, or at least could dream of being.