I used to buy an album a week, sometimes two, with my pocket money and the bit extra, earned from washing cars and drying dishes in a restaurant. This was in the late seventies. I got to have quite a little collection of the period, thanks in the main to a record stall in the local indoor market. I still have most of these records but have little time and inclination now to play them. All except one. The one with the sandpaper sleeve. I still get the shivers when I put this on the deck. The opening guitar note played on The Return of the Durutti Column is not unlike that of the first piano chord from Beethoven's Kreutzer Sonata. It has, in it's complex brevity, all the beauty, sadness, sense of loss, and yet all the passion and hope, of the history and future of the world. Sketch for Summer is more than timeless. This tune HAS been around before. We have all heard it, and we hear it still: when we look at a sunset, when we lay in the tall grass, when we put our bare feet on the cool sands by the ocean and hold the hand of a loved one. I dream of this sweet sound, and no other record comes close.