(I know, like you care. But it’s what’s filling up Sunday afternoon …)
Realizing you were so fuzzy about an album you filed it under the title rather than the group name is damned embarrassing … but I refuse (for the moment) to make it an instant trip to the sell pile.
And properly filing the latest led to an encounter with the deluxe reissue of The Pretty Things’ Parachute, a serious old favorite since I tracked it down many years ago in the ’80s. I’m now glad that the “Rolling Stone album of the year” business is revealed to be a myth. Kinda threw a weird shadow over, well, certainly one of the Top 25 albums of the year.