I get the argument about manufactured soul, I guess, but let’s look at the opponent. It’s the Moody Blues. I admit it’s always intrigued me as a band name. “Moody” I get, because whenever I hear one of their songs, it makes me angry enough to want to hurl whatever sound projection device is playing it across the room. “Blues” is odder, because their music has as much in common with the blues as a vacuum cleaner does with a kangaroo. It strikes me as funny that they had a hit about being a singer in a rock and roll band when none of them were actually in one. But I suppose being three times as pretentious as ELP with one-third the talent is an achievement, albeit a dubious one. Anyhow this song in particular is a horrifying experience, which is saying something given some of the incredibly lame dross in their catalog. On my list of “Ten Songs You’d Bin For Eternity If You Had A Time Machine”, “White Satin” has held a firm spot for decades.