I go through phases of listening to this type of music, and this album is rather special, not least as I can never listen to it without it reminding me of my late brother, Kevin.
The summer of ’78 he was on the cusp of joining the army and he and I were going on a road trip that would include August bank holiday weekend at the Reading Rock Festival.
He’s just got his first car and he needed some driving music. He didn’t have any cassettes with him and wasn’t having any of my ”Bloody Jimi Hendrix.”
On the way through town we parked the car by a local record store and he popped inside, emerging a few minutes later with this album on cassette.
He showed me as he climbed back in the car. I was vaguely aware of Tom Robinson but that was as far as it went.
”I wanted Elvis Costello, but they were out.”
So Tom Robinson it was.
And the rest of this brilliant album.