I mentioned the Pretty Things a couple of weeks back, and here's a fine article about them – "the great lost British band" – in the Standard, complete with Phil May reminiscences from the Sixties. They are, apparently, about to be handed Mojo magazine's coveted Hero award. Well no, I'd never heard of it either.
Never commercially successful, they were always admired by critics and fellow musicians:
Outsiders or not, these revered pop Zeligs moved in the most rarefied of Sixties company. Bob Dylan, on a visit to London, insisted that bard and band spent a day together. “We've never met since,” May sighs, but Dylan did namecheck the group on his song Tombstone Blues.
The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be nervous.,,,
Mick Hartley 
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