Two albums today on a dusty old cassette - both representing my'point of entry' to their respective careers..
First 'up' :rolleyes:
The Good Son by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds from 1990.
I was in a much-favoured haunt, the Jericho Tavern, at An Emotional Fish gig. Pre-gig the DJ played a whole host of cool stuff including The Weeping Song from this album. It was my first of two Nick-Cave-jaw-dropping moments, and I was so taken with this stunning track that I went and asked him what it was.
Bought the album, and a whole new world opened up for me. The Hammer Song still hurts, and the aforementioned is a work of simple songwriting seldom bettered in terms of its insight, depth and maturity
Granted its not his best album, but probably the most significant for me.
On t'other side of this cassette is Julian Cope's masterpiece Peggy Suicide from 1991.
Tenacious, ambitious, rebellious, turgid, inspiring, silly, manic and complete who-gives-a-**** genius. Tracks like East Easy Rider and Beautiful Love capture everything he's every tried to do. He's done better since, and worse, but this is a wonderful introduction to his cray world.
Wedding Dress, blue hair - the world would be a sad place without nutters...