I listened to Toto IV this morning as the sun rose. It started with Rosanna, That bland epitome of everything that left me totally cold in the early Eighties. AOR production values. I'd almost lost the will to live by the end of the track.
I gritted my teeth and made my way into Track Two. Within a couple of minutes I had to admit defeat and move elswhere as the sun's rise continued. Insufferably bland. Not the sun's rise I hasten to add.
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