They are indeed.
I love the lyrics on Eight Miles High, perfectly evocative druggy observations of a bunch of Californian heads visiting England for the first time. Kinda reversing the concept of all those songs by British bands in awe of the States.
The line that always gets me 'in places, small faces unbound '. The Small Faces weren't really known in the US in 65 when this was written (not to mention the mod colloquialism of the name) so I always wondered, did they see a poster for the band when they came to London and went "Small faces? Whoa, that's fucking far out man. Small, faces? What do they look like?" I suspect Crosby's input on that line.
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