Sometimes you have every reason to hear an album but just never get to it. Case in point: I love Dion DiMucci – I love so many of the albums Phil Spector produced in the 1970s (the earlier stuff too, but the ramshackle charm he brought to legends faltering, as is the case here…) and I’d had it recommended to me by a few people. I had always meant to just go out and buy the record – and now I definitely want to.
Part of its charm is imagining how it must have just baffled some people, left them cold. DiMucci included.
It reminds me of Brian Wilson’s demos from the mid-70s and some of the Beach Boys stuff. It reminds me of the other 70s “mis-steps” from Spector. All glorious. I love the sound of a legend struggling. Not in a car-crash way, there’s just something real and vulnerable about it.
Several of these songs sound like Beach Boys songs. So that pleases me also.
And I’ve been listening to it on a 2-for-1 deal, checking out the album that followed too, Streetheart. Some good songs on that also.
I’m going through the book, 1000 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die, and playing all of the albums I haven’t (previously) heard. It’s a pointless goal, but it’s my goal…