Now here's a thing. Errant Japanese fellow fetches up in London at the fag end of the 60s; takes on alter ego - Justin Heathcliff - and the uncannily accurate vocal stylings of Kevin Ayers / Syd Barrett; against all odds creates a pleasing confection of sunshine psych gems. In parts like Julian Cope when he wrote melodies and XTC when they went all Sgt Pepper.
Justin H. aka Osamu Kitajima, never revisitied this territory again, and was last heard of running a new age label....remember him, if at all, like this.
Oddi wrth y brawd
let's all sing along