I came across The Colour Field’s Virgins and Philistines, saw the cover, knew I had listened to it some, but dropped the needle and was shocked at how fucking great it is. Terry Hall’s truly most fully Terry full-length album. Cruel Circus, Thinking of You, Hammond Song. Trinity for Terry. Some crap also. Sorry. (Not really.)

Fun Boy Three. Hello, I’m Luke, and I’m going to enjoy myself now. First off, bad – ain’t what you do – hair for Terry on the cover, but circling with a couple of Specials – Lynval, Neville, all’s right with the world. Really very Terry album as well – the right link between the Specials and solo Terry. Awesome, original, tribal – terrific. Certainly as cool as Bananarama ever done as well. They’ve taken over the asylum.

grand funk railroad: good singin’ good playin’

Right on both counts, right? Frank Zappa produced little hitless gem of an LP. Honest, unabashed rock and roll – from the jumpin’ can you do it to son don’t let ’em take your gun, the coolest, rockinest song ever sanctioned by the NRA. Stylistically, the record fits tight-glove-like smack-dab in the middle of 1976. Takes me back to my 7 year old brother painting

“1976

USA

BICENTENNAL!”

on to the garage door. (Spelling his. Repainting Dad’s) But this album speaks to me of that era deeply. good singin’ good playin,’ honestly, right?

Pinky Blue, See Those Eyes, Forgotten, Little Brown Head, Song Sung Blue…I Could Be Happy. Altered Images: Pinky Blue. One of the eighties, truly eighties, thinking boo tune albums. Monstrously precious and well-timed cuteness. Musically awesome. Martin Rushent producing. I wondered recently if it was the inspiration to Pinky Dinky Doo (?) the cartoon storytelling punkin what with the brother and the time travel or whatever. It’s too precious to be in heavy rotation but recognizably right on! What to do. What to do.