It pains me to see artists such as Graham PArker ignored while the world fawns on no talent acts that have all the substance of a breakfast cereal with no fiber. All you have to do is to restrain the airheads that buy all that other music, make 'em listen to a few cuts from this record and you've done your good deed for the day.
Parker is an angry guy - but better than that, he's a literate angry guy who actually has a point to make. Many can say the same thing - but it's his essemtial sense of style and wit that makes it happen so well.
"When I pretend to touch, you pretend to feel" can sum up so much in such a short space. This album pushes and tugs at you with a relentless fury and it simply demands that you listen to it. It won't allow you to put it on as background muzak - it gets in your face and says _HEAR THIS NOW!.
Of course, some folks might not want a CD to be in their face and might find a CD doing this to them to be a tad scary - but hey - it's Graham Parker and you have been warned. Listen to the record at least three times and it'll be on your short list forever.