Composition
"Frontier Psychiatrist" is built around several elements sampled from other music; Chater and Seltmann, who produced the song, sampled several music from vinyl records in the production and creation of the songs from Since I Left You. The song also makes prominent use of scratching done by the band's turntablist Dexter Fabay.
The prominent orchestral sample heard throughout the track is sourced from a recording by the Enoch Light Singers of the 1968 composition "My Way of Life", originally composed by Bert Kaempfert, Herbert Rehbein and Carl Sigman.
The track also contains several vocal samples of Canadian comedy duo Wayne and Shuster, the most prominent of these samples taken from the duo's comedy routine "Frontier Psychiatrist".
Only the aforementioned two samples are credited in the liner notes of Since I Left You; various other uncredited samples are used in the song, with sources ranging from golf instructionals, Christianity records and "Reading for the Blind" tapes.
The spoken sample at the beginning ("Is Dexter ill?") comes from the John Waters film Polyester, followed by Maurice Jarre's overture from Lawrence of Arabia.
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