One of the funny little benefits of the Conquest Of Cool that appropriated psychedelia and experimental music for business ends is that often the remnant coolness long outlived the commercial aspect. Sounds that once seemed threatening in a future-shock crisis kind of way become familiar en route to aging into kitsch — Mindbender being one of those albums that’s a sugar rush on all those levels. Distorted guitars and palpitating bongos are sweetened with the best strings an early seventies work-for-hire outfit can supply, James Bond jet-set exoticism blown up so you can see the halftone dots.