As a child of the mp3 revolution, its pretty unnatural for me to trip the vinyl fantastic (even less to pull out a tape, the most-maligned of all formats, suited only to family car trips in off-chocolate coloured 1993 Peugeots). Even so, this is one piece of shiny blackness that deserves to be played in its entirety, with the pauses, as Boz Scaggs intended.
Silk Degrees is instantly identifiable as late 70's, thanks to the lack of Eurythmics-esque percussion and the lilting disco flute, and although nearly all tracks are seamless examples of relaxed disco-funk (with the exception of the singlular release Lido Shuffle, which ventures down a long and winding road fraught with "missed boats, tombstone bars and jukejoint cars" into the land of rock and roll), Lowdown sets itself apart as the album's standout.
no, not that kind of triffid!
"Please don't drag me back to Rosevel/underneath your creaking bed
No air, no hatches under there/no pleasantries hatched overhead"
A fantastic song, one among many from Australian band The Triffids, featuring the late David McComb's fantastic lyrics alongside his trademark ascending/descending melodies.
a completely unrelated and altogether irrelevant post-punk group from the 1980's, the Cravats
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