I am currently listening to some 70s reissues I’ve been sent as promos and deciding they’re not worthy of a full review. These are records that have been out-of-print for many years, and time has not been kind to them. They end up reminding me of mid-afternoon filler acts at The Cambridge Rock Festival.
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I’m constantly surprised by what acts sound ahead of their time, or downright timeless. I heard Robert Haack’s work for the first time the other day, and I was startled — it was clearly a product of its time, but it sounded daring and bold even for today. But there are acts from the Eighties that sound hopelessly lost in time and space now, and probably did even then.
Vangelis (noting your last.fm list) is one of those artists who never ages for me, in big part I think because his music has strong roots in both classical and Greek folk music.
Keep meaning to review those Vangelis disks; they were all promos from a couple of months ago.
SEND THEM TO ME INSTEAD
er, um, do make time for them, I’m sure they’re worth it!
I’m keeping these ones; they’re good!
Only reason I haven’t reviewed them yet is lack of time.