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Susan's got a tuba, ooba dooba dooba!
I bought this double CD album so that I could finally have a legit, decent quality copy of The Settler's The Lightning Tree, aka the theme to Follyfoot, a song which despite its soft arrangement can still make my hair stand on end. (I'm a bit of a lightning tree myself.) But it's surrounded by am radio disasters so bizarre and ghastly that even 2CC, rubbish am radio beacon of my childhood, appears to have shunned them. The album opens with Lee Marvin's version of Wandrin' Star and only gets more inexplicable from there. There's a limp MOR cover of the overture from Tommy; something which appears to be a cover version of the London Symphony Orchestra's cover version of Whole Lotta Love; something else which may be a misguided attempt to bring prog to am listeners (Another History, Ekseption); nighted blasphemies like Richard Harris' sickly My Boy and a version of What the World Needs Now is Love featuring an innocent child being interrogated about racism; a sub-sub-sub-sub-Monkees effort, Toast and Marmalade for Tea; and everything from a Swedish woman chiding her unpunctual boyfriend to a man who only thinks he's Bob Dylan conversing with a goony bird.
The album is from Holland, which may go a long way to explaining the bizarre selection of tracks. (In the liner notes each song is followed by what looks suspiciously like satirical remarks in Dutch.) Or perhaps it was simply that the music destroyed the minds of the record company people like an insidious DRUG. Not every track is a car crash, and some of the soppier ones like Rainsun Song are the sort of thing the Muppets would've made a good fist of. OTOH, now that I am a spaceman, nobody cares about me. Quite right too.
I bought this double CD album so that I could finally have a legit, decent quality copy of The Settler's The Lightning Tree, aka the theme to Follyfoot, a song which despite its soft arrangement can still make my hair stand on end. (I'm a bit of a lightning tree myself.) But it's surrounded by am radio disasters so bizarre and ghastly that even 2CC, rubbish am radio beacon of my childhood, appears to have shunned them. The album opens with Lee Marvin's version of Wandrin' Star and only gets more inexplicable from there. There's a limp MOR cover of the overture from Tommy; something which appears to be a cover version of the London Symphony Orchestra's cover version of Whole Lotta Love; something else which may be a misguided attempt to bring prog to am listeners (Another History, Ekseption); nighted blasphemies like Richard Harris' sickly My Boy and a version of What the World Needs Now is Love featuring an innocent child being interrogated about racism; a sub-sub-sub-sub-Monkees effort, Toast and Marmalade for Tea; and everything from a Swedish woman chiding her unpunctual boyfriend to a man who only thinks he's Bob Dylan conversing with a goony bird.
The album is from Holland, which may go a long way to explaining the bizarre selection of tracks. (In the liner notes each song is followed by what looks suspiciously like satirical remarks in Dutch.) Or perhaps it was simply that the music destroyed the minds of the record company people like an insidious DRUG. Not every track is a car crash, and some of the soppier ones like Rainsun Song are the sort of thing the Muppets would've made a good fist of. OTOH, now that I am a spaceman, nobody cares about me. Quite right too.
