This has been called the 80s equivalent of 'The Village Green Preservation Society', and because of that I was expecting good things. Good things is what I got, but no more really. I can't fault the album only to say it didn't blow me away.
This is an interesting album, and I'm not sure how much I like it. I can take the lecherous lyrics for what they are. They're supposed to be tongue in cheek, and Ian Dury ramps up the cockney mannerisms to great effect. What I don't like is the left turn it takes at the end, as the last three songs venture into a completely different mood, and it just doesn't seem to work.
One of the most talented songwriters of his generation, Elvis Costello was your unorthodox punk, managing to combine a gift for wordplay with the anger of youth. This, his debut album, was recorded in six four-hour sessions for £2,000. I already own this album too, so I have no need to listen again.
There's a book you may or may not have heard of called '1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die'. Here is my attempt to do just that. Follow my progress from Frank Sinatra to Arcade Fire as I write my thoughts and feelings about each album.
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