What you have here is the most perfect psyche pastiche ever recorded. Everyone knew that The Dukes of Stratophear were really XTC dressed in clothes from their parents' attics. You couldn't hear those vocal harmonies and not know that. Yet at the same time My Love Explodes is a note perfect reproduction of sixties psychedelic pop, right down to the hilariously sneering vocal inflections. These guys had transcended mundane reality. They were illuminated. They were better than you normals. Much love too for the production, which considers that a second where there isn't a gong or a spaceship or an explosion to be a second wasted. A complete delight.