When this debut album?originally released in 1969?was first reissued on cult US indie Teenbeat, complete with sleevenotes from Lambchop’s Jonathan Marx, many thought it had to be an elaborate hoax. Could a Nashville girl group really be this good and remain undiscovered? Not forever. A choir of Dusty Springfields produced by Phil Spector would struggle to be this wondrous. Like Lee & Nancy’s “Some Velvet Morning”, The Feminine Complex, as the name suggests, deliver multi-layered, deceptively innocent, largely self-penned psychedelic pop that swings gently from exuberant to spooky via forlorn and sentimental. Unintentionally groundbreaking.