So here’s the deal. It’s 1970. Everyone’s really fucking high because in their mind Woodstock is still going or they’ve just come back from the real downer that was Altamont. On the one hand Black Sabbath released their genre-defining debut album – on the other the My Lai Massacre defined the worst excesses of military power. Elvis Presley made his live comeback and Paul McCartney officially dissolved the Beatles. Through it all a bunch of chimps dressed as secret agents, evil German henchmen, Mexican cowboys and Native Americans entertained all and sundry with hilariously plotted adventures that lead me beg the questions: (i) why? and (ii) no, seriously, why? The devil-may-care attitude of the era did throw up the occasional gem ( The Banana Splits and HR Pufnstuf, for example) but the sight of chimps donning hilarious Hitler moustaches, chimps masquerading as a groovy psychedelic band (The Evolution Revolution) or chimps rocking out the tweed’n’trilby combo is not only a struggle to take seriously – it’s frankly difficult to figure out what the hell is going on. The slim plots of each episode are built around the unpredictable antics of the ‘talent’ who were voice-overed by simians further up the evolutionary chain in post-production. It’s total ‘70s kitsch, apparently quite an expensive venture and I would normally recommend any absurdist, who-gives-a-shit TV show from any decade but Lancelot Link has be the worst case of chimpsloitation I’ve ever seen. And as my friends will readily tell you – I take chimpsloitation very seriously.