Free Your Mind
From the Sunday-market-car-boot-sale-cover right down to the second generation second summer of love (1989) trace-arounds there’s really nothing here; no point in being here. Nothing to hear that hasn’t been done before – and better.
The only reason this might fill some time, put a wiggle in your stride while you stand in line outside the club that’s so hot right now for a week or two is because you’ve never heard the worst of New Order or the filler that Happy Mondays and Primal Scream plugged their albums up with. Or, you have heard it and presumably wanted to hear it all at once but with a name the kids have heard off.
What a ghastly and pointless – and very boring – load of nonsense this is.