The Man Upstairs, is a good record mind; and a sort of refocus, even a realignment, where the Hitch gently polishes his psychicke crystal ball, often using other Sonic Mages' cloths.
There was one “soliloquy” about Patti Smith and a tarantula, and another about an orphan in space whose sole contact with planet Earth was a transistor radio playing the Doobie Brothers…
A mate called it punk's Trout Mask Replica. I don't know if that's true, but if it makes people draw connections like that one, you know that it's an essential if challenging record.
Welch and Rawlings seem to have brought a new focus and more importantly to have raised the competition bar, almost brought Mr H out of himself a bit. And this is a good thing.
"Everyone went home happy, with that great warm feeling you'd get as a kid after you'd been to the pantomime."
As soon as I got out of Luton Airport, I realized that my attempts to look cool by wearing my “granddad chic” clothing would only result in a fully clothed sauna.....................