But there’s more, of course. There’s resonance. Take the lyrics of “Throw,” which start “I can’t find a stand to take, to or from the road to ruin, sure I’ve got the sense to make, a record my own undoing…” Parse that; pay particular attention to the commas. And take joy that this eccentric Briton, like spiritual forebear Syd Barrett, has decided to venture from his room into the hurly burly of the pop marketplace and make a record that doesn’t undo himself (or even reveal himself that much) but instead, fulfilling the mission of all great pop, undoes and transports the listener.
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