"I wonder whether it’s worth listening to?" is the question I ask myself each time a new CD lands on my doormat. There’s only one way to find out. So I plop it into my player. Hmmmmmmmm….
Ambient prog-folk-rock au Mike Oldfield is the first thing that jumps into my head when I start to listen to this one. But it’s not quite that simple now, is it? Now I’m getting a bit of Spaghetti Western with Nigel Kennedy taking the lead, now it’s like a soft-rock version of Kraftwerk, there goes J-M Jarre speeding by on a ski-jet……and what’s this? Echoes of Jig-a-Jig – it’s a long time since we heard that one! Plus .. no, not tubular bells, but – almost as good – a hurdy-gurdy, I’ll be bound.
Each time I replay I get flavours of favourite sounds from different musical genres spreading over thirty or more years. And to cap it all, there’s hardly any contamination by pointless lyrical cleverness. Yes – it’s pretty much an instrumental album – always a bonus in this day-and-age of dreary dirges and soppy serenades.
So… my final verdict. Was it worth the ear-strain? Well, frankly, yes it was. Well worth it! It’s a brilliant – sometimes beautiful - little record that’s quite unique in its gentle power to draw out fond memories from the jaded mind and leave one thoroughly satisfied with one’s lot – a rare quality indeed.