The Kinks, in their Something Else/Village Green/Arthur period is stuff I love more than the Faces Immediate material. Ray was (is) certainly capable of extreme silliness, but could throw it out at a moment's notice in favor of absolutely transcendent beauty. Not much pop stuff I get that from- but in Autumn Almanac when the "this is my street, and I'm never gonna leave it..." bit happens I swear gravity loses its hold on me for a few seconds. Every time I hear it.
Anyway, the Small Faces could indeed kick out the "music hall on acid" (I like that, btw), and you're right on with that Charles Lloyd assessment!