Nicely Out of Tune is the debut album by Lindisfarne, released in late 1970. It was thus titled as the group considered themselves 'nicely out of tune' with other prevailing musical trends at the time. It charted more than a year after release, thanks to the huge success of their second album Fog on the Tyne, which topped the charts early in 1972.
"Lady Eleanor" and "Clear White Light" were both released as singles. The former was reactivated once the group became successful, and gave them a No. 3 hit in 1972. "We Can Swing Together", a song written by Hull about an abortive police raid on a party, became one of their favourites on stage, featuring an extended medley of traditional folk tunes played on harmonica by Ray Jackson. A live version can be found on the group's 'Lindisfarne Live', recorded in 1971 and released in 1973, and as a bonus track on their third album, 'Dingly Dell'.
The title of the seventh track, "Alan in the River With Flowers", is a parody of The Beatles' song Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, and was given its original title of "Float Me Down The River" on the American version. The "flatulette" was actually one of the band members blowing raspberries during the instrumental break in "Down".
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