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Oh bloody hell what on earth have they gone and released now? Its some kind of madcap release from 1980 by Bob Chance who looks like a cross between Tony Hancock and Lee Trevino. The sleeve notes, of course, are suggesting a lost genius - a phrase at odds with the first track ‘Brown Skinned Girl’ which is unmitigatingly awful. Things perk up on ‘Honey Lips’ a slab of 60’s style pop in thrall to Del Shannon’s romantic orchestral pop. Then you get a stab at disco with the 9 minute ‘Its Broken’ - its not quite Arthur Russell but there’s a certain charm to it. The Van Man’ sounds like Engelbert Humperdick singing a song written by Robin Asquith - a horribly dated 70’s stalker-ish slab of nonesense. This contrasts insanely with the excellent ‘I See Her’ which sounds something like a lo-fi Glen Campbell made with casio keyboards, preposterously it also sounds uncannily like Julian Cope at his most wistful. ‘Colours’ is a Herb Alpert like ditty, again with melodies that are lopsided and interesting enough to transcend the cheese. The closer ‘Jungle Talk’ sounds like Animal Collective playing the theme from ‘Hawaii Five O’. A baffling record - what was he thinking? But amidst some cringeworthy moments there really is the odd shard of genius shining through.
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