By the mid-70s, after decade’s worth (more of less) of comet-like brilliance, British rock royalty found itself in the unfamiliar, contradictory surroundings of middle age. So they turned professional. Records like Who By Numbers, Venus & Mars, Black & Blue, Walls & Bridges, Soap Opera and 461 Ocean Boulevard all demonstrate a triumph of likeable mass entertainment product over willful primativism and boundary pushing art. Post-Sixeventies Rock, if you will.
And then punk came and changed everything forever, not only putting paid to such middle-of-the-road goings on as the above, but laying waste to the entire Judeo-Christian/Capitalistic foundations upon which they were built, leaving the Anarchist utopia with which we’re all familiar in its wake.
I’ve been pretty hard on EC before, but this is a pretty tasty record; it certainly makes more sense than his compilations. I was tempted to write a “news” story entitled CLAPTON’S “SHERIFF” IN NOT-THE-WORST-REGGAE-COVER SHOCK, but thought that TV readers could do just as well in their minds; btw, the winner in my story was a tie between “Tide Is High” by Atomic Kitten and Bony M’s “Rivers of Babylon”.
Another pound from Red Cross yesterday.