If you thought Gary Wilson's self-released effort was disturbingly creepy,then this collection by 'Todd', invisible to girls school outsider from the class of '79, is sickening. Like a charming sub-Dean Friedman (of Well,well,said the rocking Chair infamy), sixteen year old loner Todd whines about how much he could love the right girlie,loneliness and other acne fueled nonsense,while he tinkles on the ivories,backed by some actual chums;even though the drummer and the guitarist look like the same person. Apparently he sold/gave away copies of this at one of those end of year prom things that Americans have to humiliate the dumb and ugly kids.
How Terrible but good these shut in a cupboard since 1972 odes to love are,is besides the point anyway. Its probably got the best album cover artwork ever produced. If Yes had something like this on the cover of "Tales Of Topographic Oceans" instead of that Roger Dean crap, Punk Rock may never have happened. Just imagine a sixth form art portrait of Rick Wakeman in a sensible sweater, huge glasses and a perm,and tell me you wouldn't have bought it? The shear shitness of the contents would have become secondary?
|A3||Can't Get Her Out Of My Mind|
|A4||Before It's Too Late|
|B1||Christ's Love Song|
|B2||With Love... From Me To You|
|B3||The First Time|
|B4||The End Of The Rainbow|
|B5||How Will I Make It On My Own?|
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