Brr. The inevitable changing of the seasons is taking it's toll on the London landscape, necessitating the perusal of one's scarf and glove collection, as the sound of the last few fireworks (seriously, it's been two weeks since bonfire night and you're still letting them off?) is replaced with the distant yodel of hawkers selling three-for-a-quid rolls of wrapping paper and santa hats. All of this can only mean one thing, which is that I have nothing more interesting to say in this intro other than attempts to wax lyrical about the bleedin' obvious. Rumbled again, eh?
"Right kids, Sunday is Listening Club day, and today we are going to Sunday School for some righteous Biblical education. This one falls into the following categories:
1) a classic album that in my most humble opinion should be more well known than it is
2) a “genre” album that transcends its genre and is one of the best albums ever (again, in my humble opinion)
3) a “genre” that has not been feature in Listening Club before (unless I missed that week due to family commitments or some such)
4) an album that may well be known to some but I hope will be new to some
You might want to roll a Camberwell Carrot for this one. I won’t be, as I don’t really “know a guy” any more. But I sort of wish I did when I listen to this album.
And – as always – turn it up load and crank up the bass. Hope you enjoy it."