There are records that you like in your youth but don't fully come to appreciate for decades. This album is one such album for me. When I was in my twenties I think I liked it for the association between taking trains from Teddington into London with my honey. The criss cross of railway tracks on the album cover. Clapham Junction, Vauxhall and London Bridge. A litany of stations that I've long since left behind me. Sadly my honey headed off too.
Now I'm in awe of the poetic reach and understatement of the record. The echoes of Joyce, Beckett and Behan. Wonder at Cathall Coughlan range and vision. The understatement and rage, clothed in almost MOR trappings. Like the Radio Times; I never knew there was so much in it.
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