Ah, the golden age of vinyl, when you'd pay Their Price £6.29 (at 1985 prices, mark you) for an album with a slightly shop-worn cover, a plain inner sleeve, no insert, and just a tracklisting on the back. The old days weren't that great, were they? Even the front cover of this album is ugly.
This has always been my least favourite Talking Heads album, apart from True Stories, which I've never owned.
It's still good, mind you. Mighty fine work on the bass guitar. But now it seems like just a transition point between the wonderful spiky punk-pop of 77 and the astonishing two albums that followed. The songwriting is second division by Byrne standards, and I've never really got the point of covering Take Me to the River.
 MusicBrainz entry for this album
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