It was a chill time in late 1966 and early 1967. And British folkie Donovan was a chill guy. So it’s no surprise that he came up with one of the ultimate odes to chill-itude. Mr. “Mellow Yellow” himself can’t even really be bothered to raise his voice above a lackadaisical semiwhisper. And the lyrics? Don’t even get us started. Saffron and Frontine? Who would name their daughters such things? Electrical banana? Completely nonsensical. That’s not even a good band name, and band names are supposed to be sort of bad by nature. Mellow yellow indeed. Write a real song next time, sir.
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