If you like your music a bit on the tabasco side, then this album is not for you.
This is a hamper well stocked, however, with rich, seasoned cold meats and relishes. Hints of drama and exoticism, postcards from warmer climes, introspective moments of genuine beauty and pathos.
Nice tunes, kind of canal holiday for the soul whilst not forgetting life's little tragedies en route.
"Irish Lament" is quite beautiful.
Loved "Sceptered Isle". Is that how its spelt? Looks very American to me? Maybe thats a clue to Anthony Phillips. Is he some new age wanderer washed up in Malibu? Surely not!
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war.
Very nice. And I use the word Nice in the nicest possible way.