Capt. Spaulding, tending to overgrowth in the garden of love, declares:
“This is simply a decent-to-good song that could use some pruning — it’s too long by at least a minute — and which expresses a sociological statement of some sort with all the classic earnestness of youth. That is to say, it’s by turns spirited, naive, and best not taken too seriously by anybody in retrospect.
But, really, Boomers … Grace Slick was your era’s big rock’n’roll sex siren? What’s up with *that*?”
– Captain Spaulding
