This is the baked bean-saturated work from 1967 that validated Townshend's vision of his group as an "art installation". Yep, it's psychedelic in parts and interleaves songs with advertising jingles.
This is pop turning into rock. But no, it hasn't been all that well served by the passage of time. Which is not to say it wasn't a good thing then and doesn't give valuable insight into the anxieties of the period. And it has got "I Can See for Miles" on it. Aptly, this edition comes with a squillion bonuses.
Pick of the album: 'Odorono': poo gosh, how sad is that?