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Losing all your colour in a washing machine

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It's a wonder tall trees ain't laying down

Neil Young - Comes A Time

In any sensible world, a fair measure of a person would be whether they like Neil Young or not. Unfortunately, it's like we did opposites day when the wind changed direction and we got stuck in the current shitshow. Turns out T***p is a massive Neil Young fan. How am I supposed to assimilate this information? You'd think it would be like a Labrador listening to Beethoven (I nicked that simile off Stuart Lee.)

At least Neil Young thinks T***p's a cunt.

This album has Young returning to his country-folk stylings. It's supposed to be one of his favourites of his own records.

Comes A Time, the song, is so good.



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We're so pleased to be with you

Electric Light Orchestra - ELO's Greatest Hits

As a teenager, when ELO were having their hits, I fucking loathed them. Seemed to me that Beatles-referencing pomp-pop was only liked by people who liked pop, rather than music.

I've no idea when the change came, nor how I ended up owning more than one of their albums, but my volte-face is complete, I unreservedly retract my younger self's opinion and really think their music is wonderful, and not in some kind of ironic, guilty pleasure kind of way either.


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Mid-eighties Bowie

Art Ensemble of Chicago - The Third Decade

I love this album's bang, crash, squeak, squawk, whistle, ding-dong, bomp-eccentricity.

It got a bit slagged when it came out, but the NME liked it. and I know this because the person who owned it before me took the trouble to cut out the review and pasted it to the dust sleeve.

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Mum's gone to Al Di

Al Di Meola - Casino

Al Di Meola is the flashy guitarist's flashy guitarist and there's plenty of flashy guitar on this album. In fact, there's little else, with the other musicians all there to enhance the flashiness, leaving no-one in any doubt whose arse is planted on the big porn chair on the cover.

I picked this up in Big Star Records when it was in Rundle Street, soon after we moved to Adelaide in 2008. It cost me $8.

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There seem to be dark shadows catching up with me

Lonnie Holley - MITH

I bought this album in 2018, I think, on the basis of seeing the video of I Woke Up In A Fucked-Up America and I was a bit underwhelmed with it, so it's sat there, unplayed, since.

Holley has drawn comparisons to Gil Scott-Heron and Sun Ra, but has neither the perfectly-honed lyrics and rich voice of the former nor the musical chops of the latter, although I can kind of see where they're coming from. That's not to say his work is without value. It's pretty unusual and unlike anything else I've heard.

As I understand it each song is an improvisation around a theme. My problem with this is, good though each original concept may be, it's a bit hit and miss how much this develops, either musically or lyrically.

I think it'll probably go back on the shelf for another few years, to be honest. It's not for me.



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