Oh, if ever there was a song that sounded like a band obsessed with Jimmy Page it’s this one. Written by May between Smile and Queen it smacks of all that is annoying about 70s frilly-hippy-metal rock. Goofball lyrics (“Lucy was high and so was I), a sound so desperate to be pulchritudinous in it’s adoration of the southern california sun-baked music that it just fails on so many levels. Put it this way: if this was the direction the band had followed, in other words, if Freddie wasn’t there to take them on a theatrical journey of over the top stadium glam, Queen would have been one and done.
Grade: D
