Hippies have all the fun. The proof is in the Banhart: you get to decorate your releases with pseudo spiritual artwork, grow long beards and release the happy-clappy likes of ‘Lover’ in the style of T-Rex. Other bands scream ‘Let’s Make Out’ in the kind of sweat-drenched aggro desperation that calls for the talc, or act all coy and divert attention from their intentions with stereo selections (Death From Above Being a favourite). Devendra, meanwhile, swaps all this for “Well eye-eye, eye wanna be your lover/I wanna be your man”, substituting 2007 for 1967, and gets laid a lot more than you. Let’s get it on indeed.