Well, put it this way, my dad was less than
thrilled when he heard it. I also got 'Are you experienced' and 'Hello Goodbye'. He was part of the "Art Linkletter Fan Club" that blamed rock music for all of society's ills. Maybe I should mention several members (including dad) worked for the federal gov't.

Not cool. He got points for trying. But that's about all. I played accordian (wanted piano). It's too bad kids in school don't get exposed to the arts anymore. So sad.
LMAO!! It was "Brown Shoes Don't Make It" from the 2nd Mother's LP,
Absolutely Free, that sent my Mom running into the room when she heard the lyics: 'But back in the bedroom his teenage queen, was rocking and rolling and acting obscene...' and the various noises that follow!! Plus the part about: 'She's only 13 and she knows how to nasty...'

(since I was 13 at the time... but no, I didn't know!! LOL)
OT: Someone mentioned Porcupine Tree? This is Steven Wilson's first band (he's singer) Karma. I was hoping some of his bedroom cassettes were from the 70's but I can't find them on YouTube. They are great and floating around the net if you hunt for them. Tarrapin Seaweed? I'd have to check the spelling. Then came I.E.M (on YouTube) -> Bass Communion and No Man (still recording) -> Porcupine Tree. He might have other stuff I haven't found yet. This is from apx '82 so it doesn't qualify.
That would have been Krusty, although I am a fan as well...
A very dear friend of mine, Michael Piper... who passed away in 2008, had worked very closely with the band for many years and was the one who introduced me to their music... as well as Steven Wilson's work with 'Blackfield' when they first started up.
He had done a limited edition vinyl pressing of one of PT's compilations on his 'Gates of Dawn' label, and I believe was going to do a new release from them, but his unexpected death stopped that from happening... They had a nice
thread on the PT Forum that ended up turning into a kind of tribute for him.
I still can't believe he's gone, and I am tearing up as I write this... R.I.P. my dear, sweet Michael