Is this the best album ever? Probably not, but if I had to pack myself off to a desert island right now without an iPod full of stuff, this would be the one record that I would chose. It is why the best music has to be played loud, why the electric guitar was invented, why I am happy enough to just sit here and listen. Despite everything.
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Weeks and months turn into years and who knows what surprises a new day will bring? As shelves fill with more songs, dust collects, memories accumulate and we pass through the lives of others, sometimes pausing, sometimes pulling up a chair, sometimes moving on. Thinking that tomorrow is going to be like yesterday. What do we know? I just like words and pictures, so why make excuses for collecting those either? But some things will never change, the sad songs will always be the best ones.
Truly a magnificent record, that one. I remember dragging people into my room in Thwaite and rambling on endlessly at them about its sonic brilliance. How many of them though I was barking mad I will never know...