Recalls the ambient sound experiments of Can in the cyclical rhythmic patterns with pieces of confusion played on top, the most dominant of which is a trumpet.
Edwyn Collins is a consummate performer, and he writes wonderful songs as well. He’s just as good on stage as he is on record, and that suits me just fine.
The disjointed and looping lines with semi- traditional rock formats sound like a re-vamped version of our good Captain, even down to the Dadaist lyrics.
It’s fun, happy… kinda like a beefed-up Partridge Family. Heavens To Murgatroid has cornered the power pop style, and now wears coats made from its pelt.
Grabbing my girl by the hand, we spun and twirled, jitterbugging, doing the Charleston, Lindy, and the Two-Step. We were the only ones. Uneducated cretins.