Their first release on Elektra, before their more polished albums would receive more widespread acclaim, "The Wishing Chair" has been unfairly neglected. And it's this lack of Amazon stars which has spurred me to write this review one early Thursday morning. I guess it's understandable why this album has been overlooked; musically it's often an undistinguished affair with some nice tunes marred by a cluttered production, and it is this production, along with Merchant's sometime inaudible delivery which serve to mask some of the finest lyrics ever written about some of the least promising topics in the history of popdom. Songs about the plight of native Americans, union rights for immigrants, education and class, and the attibutions of soldiers' mothers, and others about childhood, and yet others, which erm.. I'm not really sure what they're about actually. And if that may not sound a promising mix, then don't worry because Merchant imbues them with such genius that (once you've read the printed lyrics on the sleeve, and worked out what it is she's actually singing about) you'll want to rent an open-top bus and tour major conurbations parading the album before the genuflecting masses.