Well, that wasn't bad.
Despite my various reservations - a fair few in truth - it was a strongly coherent album, with an equally strong sense of post-Beatles 'identity' that was distinct and musically/thematically different from so many other British '70 rock/pop bands (ELO for example).
Of course they fall well short well short of that unique and deft ELO/Jeff Lynne brilliance and accompanying production ambition, pomposity and sheer gall and the songs chop and change melodically as the singer and band seem to be duelling fruitlessly back and forth, trying to wrest the song into their respective control(s), meaning the songs regularly lose their focus and impetus, slipping back into a kind of melodic entropy as a result.
The songs are probably, inevitably dissipating into a universe constantly, inexorably moving apart on an infinite level into a vapid blackness as we speak.
As are these words.
And the machine and person used to type them.
Horrible thought, innit.
Still...
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