Somehow the greatest albums always elude your collection; their discovery, devourment and gospel spread providing temporary entertainment while espousing the truthful glee I displayed on the back of my WLOZ t-shirt, “A Drop of Honey in an Endless Sea of Top 40 Vomit.” Run out now and get your copy of Teenage Fanclub: 4760 Seconds
My circuitous route to Scot Pop heaven was begun in the Connells lyric that starts their latest (and final?) release, “Old School Dropouts”.
Morning lands like aeroplanes wrecked inside my bed.
Your favorite Teenage Fanclub song is knocking around my head.
In fits and starts remembering the things I should regret
but I don’t want to sanitize my thoughts just yet.
I downloaded the Fanclub album from emusic.com just a month before this wonderful source of entertainment was sold and torn to digital shreds in the wake of the music industry’s rush to sell bite-size britney pieces for 99 cents. This album is solid, meaty and deserving of your full attention while you ponder why you would ever feel so wonderfully happy and intelligent all the while belting out lyrics that could make Taylor Hanson proud.
OK everyone, grab your lovely white iPod earplugs and start singing;
She wears denim wherever she goes
Says she’s gonna get some records by the Status Quo
Oh yeah… Oh yeah…
Posted by Alvin P. Phillips |