Mary Weiss's voice leaves the heart too full to say much.
Men want to make fools of themselves by responding and surrendering utterly to her every plea for understanding; so much so, that it's only later, away from the songs' influences, in a more rational state of mind, that we remember that we have been listening to tales of fictional love affairs.
Sensitive types need the later protection that the separation between them and the sounds coming from their stereo's speakers provide, if they are not totally to capitulate to any feelings of lonley despodency that romantics are so prone to indulge, which is dangerous; you really should have your lover in the room with you, when you listen to these, to reassure you that you are not alone. Even the more up-beat numbers sound like the defiant cheerfulness of a recently recovering, newly separated, young thing. All the Shangri-Las' recordings are the most enjoyable form of agony I know.
The liner notes are informative, especially the information of the songs' chart placings, and the original releases' catalogue numbers. On that, this should have alerted the compilers that to call this c.d. 'The Mercury Years', when all but the last four tracks have the Red Bird Label's matrix, since they came from there, and not Mercury, was wrong. This is the only reason why I've given four, and not five, stars. One for each of the girls.
The four Mercury songs are less common, nearly as good, though three are in a later, lighter style. To hear them you'll need to buy the disc, as they're not likely to be heard on the radio, and you're likely to want them after listening, if like me, you're unable to find resolution enough entirely to wean yourself off the need to listen to Mary.
Like all the others, Mrs. Weiss, if this comes to your notice, and "Johnny's" not around anymore, and your new role as a paralegal's secretary could spare you for just a little while, well, perhaps Amazon would let you have my e-mail address! I sincerely hope that you found someone who wanted the woman, and not just the singer: the 'Singer not the Song'. If not, take very great care of yourself. I just couldn't bear, just couldn't bear, listening to all those tribute songs. Ummm, those last lines could almost have come from one of the songs, I can hear you singing them now; from a new one, perhaps, Mary ? X.