Clad in a coat of psychedelic delusions, Tomorrow checks in as one of the best albums of its colorful kind.
Originally issued on the Parlophone label in February of 1968 and reissued by See For Miles Records in 1991, the disc launches off in fascinating form to “My White Bicycle,” which spins and sputters with backwards guitars and jolting breaks. Whispery vocals further give the song a strange and spacey bent. Although “My White Bicycle” sports lysergic-looped lyrics, the statement is actually an ode to Dutch anarchists.
Propelled by clanging sitars and racing rhythms, “Real Life Permanent Dream” holds steady as another sliver-studded stunner on the album.
Commercial pop aspirations rise to the top on cuts such as the bubbly dance hall flavored “Shy Boy” and “Auntie Mary’s Dress Shop,” which hops and skips along at a bright and buoyant pace to the tugging tune of tinkling piano fills and cheery melody lines.
Reflections of the West Coast sound, leaning towards a cool collaboration of the Grateful Dead and “Younger Than Yesterday” era Byrds, creep into the crevices of “Now Your Time Has Come” that contain spurts of impressive improvisational moves and challenging but catchy arrangements.
A hard and heavy angle additionally drives the wildly intimidating “Revolution,” which shares no kinship with the Beatles song, that was in fact recorded nearly a year after Tomorrow released the track as a single. While we’re on the subject of John, Paul, George and Ringo, a fine and faithful cover of “Strawberry Fields” is included on the disc.
Shaped of dazzling instrumentation, neat harmonies and a bottomless pit of snappy hooks, “Tomorrow” balances power with sugar-scented giddiness with superb results. The British band was just at ease producing acid-drenched anthems dripping with ambitious tempo changes as they were singing quirky pop ditties.
Following the arrival of what was to be their solitary album, Tomorrow split up. Drummer Twink soon found a home with the Pretty Things and guitarist Steve Howe eventually joined Yes where he exercised his progressive rock impulses to even greater effects.