
Think she may have been featured earlier but… hey! This is Olivia Newton-John we’re talking about!

Think she may have been featured earlier but… hey! This is Olivia Newton-John we’re talking about!

Aha! There you were thinking I’d run out of these! NO WAY! No way. Look. Here’s another cheesy entry coming up now…

“You make the sunshine brighter than Doris Day”… whoa. Would the kids today even get that reference?

Um, I really have no authority to speak about this one. Blame my friend (again).

We began parting ways with our colleagues in the UK music press when we realised that some of them were being quite serious as holding this up as a masterpiece…
Think I must’ve been in altered states to have penned this review. Goddamn it! How could I have been so mean, so easily influenced by cynical Yanks? I mean, check this.

Always wanted a copy of this. And when I finally had – three, at the last glance – I wondered why.

It’s weird. I hated this band with a passion during the 70s. By the time the 90s rolled round, however, I loved ‘em – coupled with the discovery towards the end of that decade that they make perfect driving music, bar none. Anyhow: remember this was originally written in a drunken haze. Why I didn’t give this a ‘perfect’ 10 is beyond me. Maybe it was the lack of a spaceship mobile?

Bangs alive, I totally want to hear this record again. How could I have given it only a 2, even in mock-seriousness? I must have been way hungover and cynical that day. I have long stated that ‘Starry Eyes’ is one of the great lost pop songs of the late 70s. I’ve been playing it every other day for about three months now. Let’s find a link to it, NOW! Ah, here it is. Gorgeous!

Next, a favourite of mine… indeed, I return to Elvis Costello’s first six or seven (or is it eight?) albums with alarming regularity. And I loved all those extra tracks that got added a few years back.

Rod. The Mod. From the pages of The Stranger, way back in the mists of the last century.

You’re going to have to agree to disagree with me about this one, OK? I put this on once when Isaac was about a year old, and it sent him into a screaming fit that lasted for 30 minutes. (In fairness to that fellow who used to play tambourine with them – he once jumped on stage with The Legend! band at The Albert in Brighton and sung lustily along with our entire version of Television Personalities’ ‘Sense Of Belonging’.)

Ironic, really. I publicly state how much I am against the grading of albums and here we are, grading every single one of these charity store finds according to “bargain value” and “slip cover”. Still, at least we’re being precise in our explanation of what the grades signify – as opposed to every magazine and website extant.

So we move into part two of this – um, I was going to write increasingly popular, but that’s an outright lie – series.
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Back to the compilations. I always was a sucker for a stylish (hem) cover.

Number 22 in this series was subject of an infamous advertising campaign back in the 70s.

OK. For all you aggrieved Elkie Brooks fans, this series is supposed to be a light-hearted look at the sort of record that show up cheap in charity stores. It is my own personal opinion – or rather, mine and co-author Jamie Sellers’s – nothing more, nothing less. Now, let’s have no slighted Tamla Motown 70s fans writing in…