Damn, caught out again... I thought I liked John Cale because he was a drug-crazed lunatic who made great rock music whilst banging the piano lid on his head, or rubbing the vocal mike across the grill of the fencing mask he wore over the welder's goggles and black stocking that constituted the remainder of his headgear. And now you're telling me he was a folkie all along. Woe!

I'm reassured to hear that there are Crwth Purists around, though. Thank God!