Linda Perhacs career in many ways is the American mirror of Vashti Bunyan's. Both are young gwomen driven to writing music and both released albums in 1970 to a deafening silence and indifference. Vashti lost herself in Scotland whilst Linda carried on equally forgotten as a dental technician for the next three decades. If Vashti discovered via a web search that she was a cult, Linda clearly didn't even use the internet as it was only recently she was tracked down. The result is the first proper release of Parallelograms, only this time you can actually hear the tracks: the legend is that the only pressing in 1970 was so poor as to be unplayable. However Linda had the original tapes from which this reissue was mastered.
It's easy to dismiss this as sub Mitchell and indeed in 1970 the world was swamped in such singer songwriters. But a listen will convince you that Parallelograms stands up on its own rights. The title track is a joyful play on words and soundscapes and was the sort of `spaced out' sound that was more the preserve on English psychedelic bands. Not a girl composing songs totally isolated in a dentists. Put it on repeat and its prescience becomes clear. Chimacum Rain if anything is better, a spacey song which will bring back languid afternoons with a lover. The variety of music on the tracks throughout shows a surprising range. Linda was not a one trick pony. Indeed the one unreleased song, If You Were My Man is even pure Carpenters! For me the standout track is also the simplest song, Hey, Who Really Cares?, a short lament on loneliness which touches all the buttons. If ever there was a song that deserves to become a classic, this is it.
Linda is currently recording again. Whether she can triumphantly return like Vashti will be interesting to see. Whatever the future holds, this is a gem.