DONOVAN: The Immaculate Deception
Donovan has one of the most incredible credibility gaps around.
His songs range from “Retard Writer In The Sun” to “Wear Your Love Like Heaven” with not much transitional material in between. (Shades of Doctor Donovan and Mr. Leitch!). He preaches “love’, but his latest “epic” on Epic records, DONOVAN’S GREATEST HITS, proves he cares more for the almighty dollar than the Almighty. (“Don’t buy drugs——buy my albums!”) He’s wearing his love like heaven all the way to the bank, as Liberace would say. DONOVAN’S GREATEST HITS has no point in being—except to make money — piles of it. But then, what more can we expect of a Leitch from Scotland 3/4 (I can’t knock Donovan’s money-mongering too much—after all, he has a father to support!)
As to the album: The title itself is absurd. If we are to take it literally we must assume that Donovan will never have another hit. The least they could have done was label it DONOVAN’S GREATEST HITS VOLUME ONE. What are they going to do with that new “hit” he has out, something about “Susan on the West Coast Masterbating”? The album, by virtue of it’s title, is already obsolete.