45 REVELATIONS
The vacation was swell, but I spent most of it plowing through about a thousand singles. The vinyl this autumn was a bumper crop; maybe the government should pay record companies not to release so many records—I can think of a few artists who could be rotated...or stand fallow for a few seasons.
45 REVELATIONS
KEN BARNES'
The vacation was swell, but I spent most of it plowing through about a thousand singles. The vinyl this autumn was a bumper crop; maybe the government should pay record companies not to release so many records—I can think of a few artists who could be rotated...or stand fallow for a few seasons.
With so many new records over the last three months, keeping in mind I generally like at least half of what I hear (putting my Rock Critics of the World credentials in constant jeopardy), this column, even after severe selfediting, will have to be (unlike this introduction) terse. Regular rambling will resume next month.
Single of the Hiatus is Kate Bush’s “Cloudbusting.” Kate Bush inhabits a world that only occasionally impinges on our own, and it’s quite easy to dismiss her convoluted, personal songs as so much mystical twaddle. (Certainly when you hear the opening line of this one, “I still dream of Organon,” you’re pretty sure right off the bat that it may turn out a little less accessible than, say, ‘‘Into The Groove.”)