I was recently reading the sleeve notes to various vinyl record albums I purchased in the 1960s, and I was reminded of how pretentious I had thought them at the time - and still do today.

One example was the phrase: "His left hand dances delicately along the fretboard like a spider on an electric grid". Sleeve notes by one Keith de Groot, whose real name was, I believe, Gerry Temple. Loved the album at the time - hated the notes. Remember who that phrase described?

Any other gushing sleeve notes come to mind?