First off, look at how many of these sneaky bastards are lying in wait for the party: 3-12. That means, on a bad day (for the party)/good day (for the DM), there could be one 'ganger waiting to change into every PC, with a couple left over for good measure.
Second, notice that if the original plan to secretly do away with Reldor the Cleric and Drith O'Klon, local fighter don't come to fruition, doppelgangers simply attack. They don't plan an ambush, they don't set up a classic pincer movement, they don't remove the spike from the door to trap the party inside. Nope, all they do is count on the fact that it would be super confusing to fight yourself.
Third, they have ESP. In case it isn't confusing enough to fight yourself, other you knows exactly what you are thinking. Sweep low with a battle ax? Too bad sucker: the other you knows it is coming and has its version of a battle ax ready to block.
But you know what these skull-less jerks can't prepare for? The fact that I don't know what I am doing either. There are a few advantages to being neutral evil: gold, gems, magic items, power. Another one: the ability to work against self-interest when it serves self-interest. When that doppelganger tries to read my mind, all it is going to get is "Pop Goes the Weasel." By the time it figures out what is going on, I will be cleaning its blood off my blade and seeing what kinds of scrolls it has stashed away.
Hawkwind's first album, creatively titled Hawkwind, is a relative latecomer to the world of heavy psych and/or acid rock. The Pink Floyd already had three/four albums released before this heap of weirdness was released. I can't say it is my favorite Hawkwind album: it is a little too hippy-dippy for my taste, but it is easy to see where it is going, and, according to an un-credited source on Wikipedia, original advertisements for the record said "Hawkwind is space rock."
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