Telling Tales of Drunkenness and Cruelty

That’s the Kinks, from 1966. They’re an odd and wonderful outfit. In some ways, they’re the proto-Steely Dan. Don’t get me wrong;  the music they’re making has nothing much in common with Fagen and Becker, but they had the same knack for composing lyrics that had never been heard before, and would never be uttered by anyone else afterward. Delightfully misanthropic and wry.