Who could forego the US American radio edit and utterly catchy Can-effect of "England Expectorates"?
Or the twilight tiptoe of "Exiled On Hoy"?
And that deathly quietude that pierces "Hillary In Benghazi"?
Or the weirdly upbeat, sprightly rhythm and thoughts of "Prodigal Sun" and not think: Hey, this coulda been a huge hit in 1990CE?
Or just the title of "Dickless And Ridiculous" without mentioning the fragile and heart-rending glockenspiel and mellotron edging?
Or "Lard Ass Of The Year," with its soaring (and falling) glam dicenn and it's abrupt US radio edit that makes it even more memorable?
Or the Ur-Ramones/Alice Cooper death trip of "I'm Bloody Sure Your On Dope" and think: best title in search of a song, ever? (Fans of the Knack can fuck off!)
Or the weirdly mesmerising "Boris Good-Enough" without thinking of Alice shagging Kiss with a glitterstompf beat that goes sideways to make you forget yourself?
Or the thoughts of "The Day After The Aberfan Disaster" floating so quietly downstream on your mental lotus leaf just in time to realise it is too, too deathly aware?
Or the catchiness of "All The Yin-Yangs That Gave It Away" and not be reminded of Lou Reed's closet mix of the 3rd VU LP while simultaneously wanting to divest yourself of online slavery? (Command option shift um-nah!)
Or the glorious "Heathen Night," which is quite possibly the best B-side Cope has ever written....but wound up as track 11? The slinky, roamin' in the gloamin'-ness and that bass wrapping itself around your head? Like that?!
Or to consider that the Can/J-Div bass-led prophesy of "I Know what It's Like To Be Believed" is nothing less than a catchy reminder that (even at this late stage in the game) that Cope has long grasped truth in his hand and let it fall forth throughout this track with accompanying TX horn blare decoration?
And finally: to realise that "Cunts Can Fuck Off" should be single of the year. Yeah, but everybody was too busy shoring up their own cultural divisions online by killing critical thought via echo chamber applause...
Online it's always the same. It's always lame.
"Think. It ain't illegal yet." - George Clinton, 1978CE
Album of the year. And there it was, only you didn't know it yet.
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