Wednesday, March 31, 2021

4AD Bills & Aches & Blues # 3 Aldous Harding

 


Aldous does one of Deerhunter's finest. Again, a superb reinvention.

Jon Savage's 1972 - 1976 All Our Times Have Come # 10 Smyle

 


Burlington, Ontario band with classic Beatle-esque Moment. Big Star, clearly not the band around at this point in time that could do this.






Fear of Music - The 261 Greatest Albums Since Punk & Disco # 230 Kelis - Kaleidoscope

 


'Kelis neatly treads the line of brassy, uktra-modern hip-hoppe R&B, and the neo-soup impulse.'



Song(s) of the Day # 2,623 Daniel Knox

 


Bold as brass. Won't you Take Me With You, the new album  from Daniel Knox, makes it's claim early to be considered in the company of the most esteemed and respected male singer songwriters of them all; Scott Walker, Randy Newman, Harry Nilsson, Tom Waits. It's best to get these comparisons out of the way immediately because it's not a record where the influence of all of these can not be easily detected.


Once you've brought up these names it's soon evident what you need to discover in the record you're listening to. Namely whether the artist you're listening to is up to the task of playing with the big boys or simply wasting your time and probably making a bit of an ass of theselves into the bargain. I'm pleased to report that Knox gives a very good account of himself and Won't you Take Me With You, is well worth listening to.



It feels very much like a trip to the past from the off. Knox has a deep yowl of a voice. Rich, chocolatey baritone. Some kind of composite of Newman, Nilsson and Wits with the Cowardly Lion from Wizard of Oz's yowel thrown in for good measure. Knox doesn't play things entirely straight but the songs are lovingly crafted and classily presented and maintain a dimmed lights glow.


Six minute Fool in the Heart is the ace in the pack, an absolute jewel of a song but all in all this is a very consistent listen. Silky smooth. Knox is a proper old school smooth operator and despite the moments he chooses to play to the gallery, come on all big bad wolf Won't you Take Me With You is a touching and often moving exercise.



Tuesday, March 30, 2021

4AD Bills & Aches & Blues # 2 U.S.Girls

 


Now here's how to do a cover version. This apparently was once by The Birthday Party.

Song(s) of the Day # 2,622 New Bums

 


Marc Bolan is not someone who you often detect as a clear and evident influence in records put out in 2021. While Bowie is still everywhere, his Glam buddy is hugely neglected by comparison, as if preserved in aspic at his elfin peak back in the early Seventies.


Still his trembling warble is here, all over
Last Time I Saw Grace the latest album from American duo New Bums. A duo essentially, made up of Ben Chasny, also of Six Organs of Admittance, and Donovan Quinn of Skygreen Leopards. They clearly come together to make something etheir day jobs don't enable them to. I've listened through to it a couple of times now, and I'm still not quite sure what I think about it, but will do so again now and share my thoughts.


In addition to Marc, Jack White is clearly a presence here. Another, who I'm not entirely sure what I think about. Even now. The songs here are all well structured in their quirky, offbeat way, alternatively folky and bluesy, mysterious and slightly elusive though as of yet they've failed to have a truly visceral impact on me. To move me, which is the essential quality I look for in music.



So while everything is interesting here I don't find things enthralling as of yet. It seems to speak of journeys to places I don't really wish to go to. Last Time I Saw Grace has slightly impenetrable, wistful, surfaces. It's almost deliberately not here. I like records with a sense of otherness but these ones are so artfully disembodied that it's rather hard sometimes to get a handle on them. I always had that relationship with Jack and his records. Even his best ones.


So I'm already feeling that New Bums are not really for me. Not that this isn't a good record. It is, in its way. But it strikes me as one that's looking for a home. Its lyrics say pretty much just this, on several occasions. Its somewhere in between, in transit, like a train that stops for the longest time between stations for no apparent reason.


Perhaps I'm selling Last Time I Saw Grace short but I think I need to let it go and allow it to fend for itself. I was looking for a sense of arrival that it doesn't seem to offer. As always, in cases like this, when my reaction is probably lukewarm at best.  I'll resort to conventional music magazine grading. I'll give it seven.



4AD Bills & Aches & Blues # 1 Tkay Maidza

 


The 4AD compilation of covers Bills & Aches & Blues released to celbrate the labels 40th Aniversary is officially out in June but they're having a long run up to it. Why not? They deserve it. One of the richest and most  truly independent labels of all. They have every right to celebrate themselves.

So a song a day from this until we're done. Not the best start with this one I'd have to say. Where Is My Mind has as good a claim as any song to be the start of the Nineties. It's such a very well known song that if it's going to be covered it has to be reinvented. Tkay Maidza does not do that and though who her take does demonstrate what a very, very good song this is, well.... We knew that already. Much better to come.

Songs About People # 1,269 Ernest Shackleton

 


Another from Floatie, (albeit a very short one),  for one of the intrepid ones.




Fear of Music - The 261 Greatest Albums Since Punk & Disco # 228 Primal Scream -Exterminator

 


'God bless 'em because exterminator was just what the rock doctor ordered at the beginning of the twenty first century.'



Song(s) of the Day # 2,621 Floatie

 



Do you want something a little bit floatie? Fret not, I think I've got just what you require. Voyage Out the debut album from Chicago's, you guessed it, Floatie, ticks all imaginable gravity loss boxes you may have that need ticking, as we prepare ourselves to bid farewell to March and open our arms to embrace April.



This is truly a terrific record. Kinetic, loose limbed, elastic and unfailingly positive. Taking many of the ingredients that the Post Rock Maths  set, (Slint, Tortoise, Breeders, Labradford, that lot), first stirrred into the Rock and Roll pot almost thirty years back and making them dance again almost beyond the grave before your very eyes. Magic!



Those who immersed themselves in the work of the early progenitors of this sound, might not find Voyage Out as delightfuly fresh as I'm doing right now. I never really went big time or that stuff first time round. I always found that scene slightly forbidding and earnest. Scientists in a lab in national health prescribed spectacles mixing up chemicals with heaven knows what intent. Being serious. Not having a girlfriend. Maths equations. Steve Albini. 



Floatie make everything that seemed bleak and monochrome about all that suddenly burst into glorious technicolor. Like some magical day in 1966 when the world was suddenly no longer black and white. And never would be. Ever again.


I'm still on my first play of this wonderful record and already I want to listen to it again and get to know it better. To properly familiarise myself with its twists and turns. Those with different record collections to the one I have might disagree. Those who have mined this particular Rock shaft to the point of exhaustion particularly. 




Frankly, I'd say they're tired old cynics. I feel sorry for them. Get with the beat Baggy. As Baloo said to Bagheera. Let's get Floatie! Just what the doctor ordered.Your prescription for April and Spring.






Sunday, March 28, 2021

It Starts With a Birthstone

 

Another fun music discussion with Rod. related to this blog. The third in all. We talk about The Godfather, Jane Weaver, Jane.Inc, POSTDATA, Black Twigs, William Doyle, the book Electric Eden, Bunny Wailer, Reggae in general, teenage parties and many other things. Mostly about life really.

Albums of the Year 1975

 Another year when I struggled to find many records from in my own personal collection. These years seem to be 'waiting for Punk' years. Although there were a few very decent records released. Here's the Best Ever Albums list:

1. Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

2. Bob Dylan - Blood On The Tracks

3. Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run

4. Queen - A Night At The Opera

5. Led Zeppelin - Physical Graffiti

6. Brian Eno - Another Green World

7. Patti Smith - Horses

8. Neil Young - Tonight's The Night

9. Fleetwood Mac - Fleetwood Mac

10. Joni Mitchell - The Hissing of Summer Lawns

Here's mine. Only chosen from records that I own. All about Patti really. My favourite record of the year by several leagues. Also my favourite Joni of the ones I know. Fleshed out by a couple of 'Best Of's', albeit great ones which says it all about 1975 I'd say :

1. Patti Smith - Horses


2. Joni Mitchell - The Hissing of Summer Lawns


3. Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run


4. Neil Young & Crazy Horse - Zuma


5. Elton John - Captain Fantastic & The Brown Dirty Cowboy


6. Led Zeppelin - Physical Graffiti


7. John Cale - Slow Dazzle


8. Roxy Music - Siren


9. Al Green - Greatest Hits


10. Leonard Cohen - The Best of Leonard Cohen


Almost nothing from this year that I don't own that I covert really. Except a very, very good record from Neu. Decent ones from Lour Reed, Bowie and Can. Otherwise, all fairly barren. I've checked ahead and 1976 is even less fun I'm afraid. 



Floating Points & Pharoah Sanders - Promises

 


The new Floating Points and Pharoah Sanders album, just out, is a truly wonderful thing. Timely too. It is, pure and simply, Floating Points doing their thing. Pharaoh doing his thing to embroider The Points thing. With the London Symphony Orchestra doing their thing to provide it all a regal, stately undertow.

Apparently a collaboration that took five years to reach full fruition. If so, it's just great that it's come out at this moment in time. It's a single piece divided into nine minutes. It's probably best listened to in a single sitting.


It's something you might turn to as something to provide a soundtrack to a Mindfullness meditation. It's something you my just want to immerse yourself in. As escape or realease. It's all rather beautiful and quite splendid. It's not difficult in any respect. It's surely the album of its type for 2021.



Jon Savage's 1972 - 1976 All Our Times Have Come # 7 Flamin' Groovies

 


A definite pre-cursor of Punk. In some ways The Groovies darket moment. Glorious nonetheless.




This is Uncool - The 500 Greatest Singles Since Punk & Disco # 235 23 Skidoo

 


'Coup is perhaps the high point, and certainly the summation, of Britain's alternative post-funk scene.'




Song(s) of the Day # 2,620 The William Loveday Intention

 



The William Loveday Intention is some name for a band. Worthy of a Mid-Sixties Dylan song title, it's probably more than enough to draw those with certain predilictions in. Then you realise, ah it's Billy Childish. Enough to seal the deal for some and make others turn straight on their heels in an instant I imagine. 



Childish has been doing this, or slight variations on this for many, many years now of course. Pub Punk Blonde on Blonde here essentially. If nothing else this time round it makes for probably some of the the best song and album titles of the year. The Bearded Lady Also Sells Candy Floss, (yes you heard me), shows him and the musicians he's working with this time, having at thoroughly good time if nothing else.



If this all wears slightly thin after three of four tracks, Billy certain does a fine Medway Bobby while the fun lasts. Hardly the most essential album of the year perhaps but it's still slightly comforting to know that Childish still obviously really wants to do this at his age. Dirty job and all that. 





Saturday, March 27, 2021

Frokedal - Takedown

 


Frokedal are back! Or at least she's coming back, which to my mind is a very good thing, Anna-Lise Frokedal who a couple of years back came out with probably my favourite song of that year David. Se has a trembling fragile mode of delivery that is really quite remarkable, the closest comparison I can come to is Nico, she definitely has that brittle European hauteur. If this is anything to go by I look forward very much to her forthcoming album.

Song(s) of the Day # 2,619 Full Power Happy Hour


 

A Brisbane band. And they sound it. On opener Old Mind of Mine they set off on a determined, jangled strum that is to all intents and purposes Streets of Your Time by The Go Betweens, the best band ever to come out of that city.

Full Power Happy Hour's recipe is a fairly simple one. In many ways they recreate the easy acoustic strummming sunny vibes of 18 Lovers Lane, in some respects The Go Betweens pop masterpiece.except with a female vocalist Alex Campbell rather than Grant and Robert.

The songs here are presented with great love, care and attention. In some ways their spiritual forebears, just as the Go Betweens were the great anthems of the sixties, from the likes of The Seekers and The Mamas & The Papas.

Elsewhere, they get slightly braver. Woohaa Everyday the standout on the album for me, moves into shade and stirs memories of Sandy Denney and Leonard Cohen, the best memories at that.

From there the record moves into its purple patch. Full Power Happy Hour have slowed down the pace and it seems to be the tempo that suits them best. Campbell too really comes into her own here. Her voice crystal clear and sustained. Reminscent here of Denney again, Judith Durham, Judy Collins.

Its these later songs on the album that really cut deep for me. The band really start hitting their stride building a lovely vibe here. Something like a cross between the frst Fairport Convention Folk Rock album and the more contemporary and unfairly neglected Houndstooth out of Portland, Oregon.

Full Power Happy Hour is no masterpiece, but it does get very good indeed at some points, particularly towards its close. I was moved and touched on sevel occasions. Sent in to rather reveries. This is a short record. Only eight songs. More like a Full Power Happy Half Hour really. But the record concerned certainly does what it says it will on the tin.

Friday, March 26, 2021

Jon Savage's 1972 - 1976 All Our Times Have Come # 5 The Wackers

 


Early Seventies Country Power Pop band whose records still stand up.




This is Uncool - The 500 Greatest Singles Since Punk & Disco # 233 Kraftwerk

 


'More energetic and syncopated than anything the 'Werk had ever done before.'




Song(s) of the Day # 2,619 Lande Hekt

 


Is this the anti Anto Parks? A few weeks ago I wrote about my reaction to Arlo's debut album Collapse in Sunbeams on here. I also went on to discuss my feelings about it on the podcast I've made for the last couple of months related to this blog wth friend Rod. To my shame I'm afraid I slightly mocked Arlo, or at least some of her lyrical concerns.


It was a bit unfair for me to do so, though I'll generally grasp any opportunity for humour no matter how slender. I am not by any means within Collapse in Sunbeams' natural constituency. I am a 55 year old man. The people who will lap up and truly appreciate the record most are surely those within the 15-25 year age range.


But I have to confess I did tire rather of songs of sad teens sat in their rooms empathising with each other and discussing their every inner thought as if they were the most profound set of emotions ever articulated rather than a phase we must all go through in our youth. A glorious, precious stage of personal discovery perhaps but undeniably one where we're at our most self absorbed.


So here we are, and a few weeks down the line I've chanced upon this, Going to Hell the debut album from Lande Hekt. It's another window into the concerns and preoccupations of youth.Now Lande is not a  band, but a young English woman, one who also plays in Muncie Girls a trio, she also fronts from Exeter, Devon. I've only listened to her record through once but I have to say I warmed to it a great deal more than I did to Collapse in Sunbeams which I played quite a lot when it came out.



Musically Going to Hell is not remotely state of the art in any respect. It might as well be an early Billy Bragg record with Lande at the mic instead of Bill. It's old school as it could possibly be. A series of from the heart Indie Punk songs. Melodic, likeable and immediate. Also informative. And sincere.


Hecht is probably a fair bit older than Parks. She's been in Muncie Girls for the best part of ten years now. But her lyrics make an interesting contrast with Parks'. In terms of their preoccupations she helpfully lists them on her own Spotify bio; queerness, sobriety, displacement, anxiety and hating Tories. Not things I know an enormous amount about really, except perhaps the latter. But there was plenty here that I could empathise with very easily without any enormous leap of faith on my part.



Anyhow, Hekt explores her themes with plain and refreshing candour. There's not a shred of self pity on the record, nor does she introvert unecessarily. By contrast with Collapse in Sunbeams, everything on Going to Hell is projected outward. These are plain, unadorned anthems and they make a statement, in fact a series of statement. Statements of pride and self realisation and a definite journey rather than what we get with Arlo. A journey to the shops to buy some fruit by a couple of inward looking teenagers done up like Robert Smith. Sorry Arlo. Your album is actually really great despite all these cruel jibes. But my vote goes here.



Thursday, March 25, 2021

John Grant - Boy From Michigan

 


I have a lot of time for John Grant, particularly his first two solo records which I think are perfectly formed classics. I've taken my eye off him for a few years as I haven't taken to his recent releases as much as those ones. But this has definitely picqued my interest again. One of the best songs of the year thus far and one of the best thing he's done in advance of a new album which arrives in June. This has all his rich melancholy and cool wit.

Jon Savage's 1972 - 1976 All Our Times Have Come # 4 Alice Cooper

 


Not a particular personal favourite of mine but certainly thebest song ever written about school...being...out.




Song(s) of the Day # 2,618 Anna McClellan

 


The songs on Omaha, New England musician Anna McClellan's new album  i saw first light don't seem to want to conform. Even it seems, to her own dictates. They come across as unruly and directionless children, zig zagging across a crowded playground with singular intent while the other kids watch on.


This is slightly unnerving at first but comes to be increasingly winning as the record runs its course. Of course the unformed American adolescent a has a long and charming lineage in popular music. Jonathan Richman, The Shaggs, Violent Femmes, Jad Fair, Camper Van Beethoven. The weird kids from your neighbourhood. The ones that the cool kids shun but you secretly suspect have hidden insight into the true, secret mysteries of life.


McClellan makes no effort whatsoever to try to make her songs conform. To try to bash them into shape and make them sit up. This is what they are. Although you might wonder on occasions whether this is something of an artful conceit and she's actually terribly normal, you have to draw the conclusion that if she is, she plays the oddball misfit card most terribly well. 


This strain of quirky American suburban teenage eccentricity almost deserves a book of its own. The artists above would get a chapter to themselves. As would Juno, American Splendor, Garden State, Perks of Being a Wallflower, you name 'em. i saw first light is merely the latest new entry to this rather wonderful sub-genre of coming of age quirkily.


This is nothing you haven't heard already really. But that's no reason why you shouldn't hear it anway. I'm only slightly sad that it was released towards the end of last year and not in this one as I'd love to put it in a chart at the end of the year. It's a record I think will become one I love the more I hear it, iron out its crumples and become deeply familiar with its mishappen melodies and wonky charms.



Wednesday, March 24, 2021

Songs Heard on the Radio # 396 Balmorhea

 


Wonderful, evocative instrumental piece on a quiet, quiet Wednesday evening In Newcastle. The silence outside my flat is quite deafening.





Songs About People # 1,268 River Phoenix

 


Song for one of the great, unrealised acting talents from the wonderful Nada Surf. They are the non-annoying Weezer.



Jon Savage's 1972 - 1976 All Our Times Have Come # 3 Grin

 


Nilfs Lofgren, before he became Nils Lofgren and met Neil and Bruce.





Fear of Music - The 261 Greatest Albums Since Punk & Disco # 223 Make Up - Save Yourself

 


'Pitched somewhere between The Stooges, the more soulful, sensual blasts of The MC5 and Jack White's favourite 80s swampabillies The Gun Club, with a vital seasoning of soul, funk and steals from The Doors and Love.'




Song(s) of the Day # 2,617 Jane Inc.

 



Yowsa. Out of a list of new record releases last Friday that seemed very unpromising on first appearances, during the week I've managed to delve a bit deeper and come upon a set of highly varied and interesting new product. Not least this, Number One, the debut album from Canadian multi-instrumentalist Carlyn Bezic.



Bezic has had a long and varied CV before arriving at this, her latest identity. What should be foregrounded immediately is that she has had a long term working relationship with Meghan Remy aka U.S. Girls., one of my favourite musical artists of recent years.



Like U.S.Girls, Number One is deceptive, all glossy surfaces and shiny chrome. The American Dream essentially, a glorious highway a gleaming mall, or set of shiny towering skyscrapers in the heart of the modern metropolis. Though not so modern anymore, the cracks are showing. It's no revelation to state that surfaces can deceive and as with Remy, state of the art electro dance effects are the vehicles for a deep and fascinating exploration of the modern American condition.



Number One is never remotely hard work. It has melody and seductive beats, it's not a demanding listen and if that's what appeals to you then go with the tunes. But it has much more to offer than that, it's a highly modern and impressive politicised critique of the way we live or think, or are encouraged to think by corporate power. How we construct our identities and how, regardless of what we think of ourselves as modern, savvy consumers, it may not actually be ourselves that are doing the construction work.



Number One may not actually get to Number One, though it would be really great to see it there. It's a subtle and sophisticated record. It's also very good company, highly impressive for a record that never goes for the easy option. Perhaps, easier to like than love on occasion but I like it very much and will be back here I'm fairly sure fairly often, in order to get to know it better.

Tuesday, March 23, 2021

Jon Savage's 1972 - 1976 All Our Times Have Come # 2 The Move

 


Interesting band The Move in all their incarnations. This was one of their latest ones.




Fear of Music - The 261 Greatest Albums Since Punk & Disco # 222 Le Tigre - Le Tigre

 



'You get defiantly plastic pop in an 80s mode, and joyous reinventions of 60s femme-pop, and feminist sloganeering rendered subversive by melody, disco pleasur and good jokes.'

Song(s) of the Day # 2,616 Black Twig

 


Finland strikes again. Just a few day after being delighted to strike up correspondence again with Olli Happonen, leader of excellent stoner rockers New Silver Girl, here is another unexpected find for musical pleasure seekers from that particular one of the Lands of the Midnight Sun.


I'm being knocked for six by this one. Black Twig couldn't sound more different from New Silver Girl frankly if they truly tried. However, the two would make an absolutely fabulous double bill. Like being taken back to your favourite scenes. Dunedin '83 or '84, Eric's '78 to '79. CBGB's '74 or '75.


Black Twig are so good than even such flighty comparisons such as the ones I've just made don't seem fanciful.This, Was Not Looking For Magic,(apparently their fourth), seems destined, even on first play to be one of my favourite records of the year. Every now and again I stumble across something deeply obscure which I think every bit as good as the major releases I'm hearing . 


In recent years it's been Lawn, Wild Firth and Warehouse. This year Black Twig seem top contenders for the cult statuette once I come round to passing out awards when December shows.

So where do this band pitch their tent. OK here goes. Monochrome Set, The Clean, The Feelies, The Chills, Felt,  Blue Orchids, Robert fronted early Go Betweens, early Triffids, early, early Bunnymen (Read it in Books, Simple Stuff), Crystal Stilts. Is this enough to excite your interest? It damned well should be. This is exalted company and Black Twig fit right in.


In some ways on first listen this sounds more like a set of utterly glorious indie singles than a wholly  cohesive album. But hey, I'm not complaining. Only about one thing. Why are Black Twig in Finland rather than living down the round from me and playing in the indie club downtown when the doors of such places finally open again..I'd be at the lip of the stage. They make me feel like I'm nineteen.again.


Was Not Looking For Magic and Black Twig is what makes fiddling round the dial worthwhile. They are a joy and a wonderful discovery for me. For the thirty minutes that this record played I was utterly transfixed . Then it finished, so I put it on again.





Monday, March 22, 2021

Jon Savage's 1972 - 1976 All Our Times Have Come # 1 Little Feat


A  few days from its release this Friday, this is the run through of the forty or so tracks on All Our Times Have Come the new compilation from Jon Savage about the years running up to Punk. Savage is one of my heroes, his stuff never lets me down and his stories of how these things came into being are always educational and entertaining. Starting here, slightly surprisingly, with Little Feat.



Song(s) of the Day # 2,615 William Doyle

 


William Doyle, formerly the man behind East India Youth, is back with a new record, the remarkably named Great Spans of Muddy Time. It's a hugely ambitious record from the off, one that stretches its wings and attempts to take to the air from its opening seconds. Whether it truly manages and maintains flight will probably depend on the eyes and ears of the beholder and listener and where you stand on this kind of artistic musical endeavour.



Me, I'm personally rather prone to this sort of thing. Doyle's record reminds me of some of the first great pioneers of this kind of vaulted purpose, David Sylvian, Kate Bush, Mark Hollis and Paul Buchanan. Artists who weren't content to be contained by perceived  perceptions of what the pop form should limit itself to. I didn't always appreciate their records fully at the time, but over the years have come to realise that eccentric and specifically obsessive vision is one of the most immensely valuable aspects of the musical world. To put it in its plainest terms, the expression of the truly individual.



Doyle certainly has a vision and it's fascinating to watch him straining muscle and sinew to realise it on Great Spans of Muddy Time. This is one of the most interesting albums I've heard so far this year. As I've said, I feel it's essentially rooted in the ambience of the Eighties and though he doesn't remind me particularly of any of the great musicians I mentioned above, he does seem to share some of their essential DNA.



The album has a definite pop quality. It has melodies and commercial potential but it's consistently unwilling to compromise its ideals in just the same way as Sylvian, Bush, Hollis and Buchanan were and you can almost see the record executives scratching their chins at board meetings, attempting to puzzle out exactly how they were going to extract a hit single out of an album so essentially dreamlike.


I started the last particular musical weekend on Friday morning by plumping for the obvious, trying to enjoy the new Lana Del Ray record, the most imediately high profile release of that day, with little success. It seemed strangely inert, joyless and lifeless, stuck in its particular rut. I've since expanded my horizons and found three other new albums, much more to my liking. Three records of totally different musical stripe by Middle Kids, Wurld Series and now this one, William Doyle's.



Doyle's record is by far the best of the three, and one of the most compelling records I've heard thus far this year. It's an album that really takes you somewhere if you're willing to go with it. Exploratory, strange yet filled with inspiration, wonder and the spirit of enquiry. It's surely significant that Doyle abandoned the East India Youth moniker, one with which he'd already made some commercial and critical inroads and went back to his own name in an attempt perhaps to truly inhabit his own skin.



This I'd say is him learning to do so. Great Spans of Muddy Time is an extraordinary record. Not for everyone by any means but for anyone who really hopes for journeys when they sit down and listen to a new record. To go somewhere they've never been before. Great Spans does exactly that. Doyle may well have painted his masterpiece.