Quick history lesson: 1967, Love released Forever Changes, world was never quite the same.

The hippy dream was on the cusp of imploding in Vietnam, Charles Manson and drug rehab.

Arthur Lee - half prophetic, half psychotic - watched like Nero as the whole damn dream went up in smoke.

He translated the death of idealism into the greatest album of the Sixties, or maybe all time.

Fast forward 35 years. Ignored or imprisoned for much of the intervening years, Lee was back to claim what was rightfully his.

And from the moment he strutted on stage, wearing a stetson over a star-spangled bandana, he looked great.

His chocolate and whiskey voice took a while to warm up, as his backing band, ex-LA rockers Baby Lemonade, careered through some of the early material.

But as the opening chords of album-opener Alone Again Or drifted prettily over the seated audience, the man who inspired Hendrix found his feet and launched into 47 minutes of musical perfection.

Lee, the last cowboy, smiling, waving, ecstatic, returned from exile but still slightly crazy.