Although the Id's sole and rare album is weird, it's weird in a forced, mediocre fashion that makes it sound more like an exploitation of the psychedelic movement than a genuine part of it. At times (particularly on the songs with chanted pseudo-séance vocals), it's hard to tell whether they're trying to emulate the early freakiness of the Mothers of Invention, or whether they embody precisely the kind of mediocre California psychedelic bands Frank Zappa viciously satirized on the Mothers' We're Only in It for the Money. Some strange-on-the-sleeve efforts like "Wild Times," with its gratuitous overlay of sitar sounds, sits cheek-by-cheek with rather ordinary garage-pop/rock ("Baby Eyes") and melancholy psych-folk-rock ("Stone & Steel"). The most famous cut, and probably the most memorable due to its nonchalant oddness, is "Boil the Kettle, Mother," with its outlandish lyrics and poker-faced spoken vocal.
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AllMusic Review by Richie Unterberger