Chris Lucey is actually Bobby Jameson, a folk singer who streaked comet- like across the bough of mainstream success and fell into a Syd Barret like myre of drug fuddled indolence and obscurity. In fact, Jameson fell even harder, falling into homelessness and lasting a lot less time.
The story goes that Jack Neitzche and other pop supremos of the age were fixing to have Bobby be the next Bob Dylan. I'm telling you, the music here is even better. Jameson combined the sweetest, and at times darkest and most wistful, songwriting with a real lyrical kick. I can't get it through to you how excellent the album is - I was lucky to find out about it when 16 due to a suggestion from MOJO magazine.
I can guarantee you no one has heard of this guy. The album itself is done under an assumed name- Bobby was getting tired of the heat from the campaign to crown him as the new messiah. The name is made up, and the picture is one of the rolling stones' Brian Jones doing a soundcheck.
Just get it!! I don't know HOW this one slipped by the record going public for so long, and in all likelihood obscurity is where he will stay, but get on the inside track from music "real" crazy diamond.
West coast psychedelic type pop folk, for those that desperately need a genre to get an "in". Sweet songs from the self sabotaging nutter. Long may it reign.