Approaching the Van Morrison of the eighties means distinguishing the not bad from the not good. His bog standard tunes register as dainty and not out of place, like an aromatic candle in a bathroom. But Morrison’s seventies provides ample space for his growl to stretch. “Almost Independence Day,” my pick among this breed, presents a Mellotron and lots of bullshit growls. Embracing it over “Slim Slow Slider” is like a western Pennsylvanian county loving Trump.
Meh
Purple Heather
Take It Where You Find It
When Heart Is Open
Tell Me What You Want
Memories
Allow Me
Sound, Solid
Scandinavia
Cold Wind in August
Glad Tidings
I Need Your Kind of Loving
A New Kind of Man
Street Choir
Marie’s Wedding
Good to Great
Slim Slow Slider
Almost Independence Day
Moonshine Whiskey
You Know What They’re Writing About
Country Fair
Midnight Special
These Are the Days
Ivory Tower
Humanizing The Vacuum 