In reply to Dave Garnett:
Terrific tune, that. From their best period, for me at least. Shine, shine . . .
For my part, having recently gone through my vinyl, digitised what I wanted and then sold it, one artist that stood out was a chap called Rog Paterson. Good performer back in the day, he recorded one album and then went off to do other things. Can't find a link to anything, but if Roy Harper grooves your truffles he might be worth seeking out.
Something else I can't provide a link to is a tune called Cross Processed which a friend recorded a few years ago; found amongst others on his laptop after his death. Today, the lyrics are especially appropriate.
Don’t need guns
You don’t need bombs
You don’t need hostages
You don’t need to burn yourself in the street
You don’t need a needle in your arm
You don’t need attitude
You don’t need scaffold poles and bricks
To throw at the pigs
Don’t need a sacred book
Don’t need to nail yourself to the cross
Don’t need a holy war
Don’t need to fight for what you’re fighting for
Lucky man, that’s what you are
You could be moving down the road
With your home on your back
Or feeling rubber truncheons on your soles
Because you stepped out of line
You could have to watch your words, or watch your back
For your neighbours, friends and colleagues
Ratting to the state for favours
So, it might stink like a midden
But let’s be glad for the state we’re in
So join with me brothers and sisters
Join me beneath the cross
At the church of the blessed ballot box
Join with me brother
Join with me sister
Let’s make ourselves divine
With two tiny lines
We can make a cross
Blessed surely are those
That tell this government where it can go
With a cross
At the ballot box
Brothers and sisters
They cannot resist us
We can make a cross