'A Working
Museum' shouldn't be treated simply as an album, a conventional
release of a gaggle of songs, but as an invite down the rabbit-hole
where in turn Wreckless Eric and Amy Rigby will take your hand and
guide you through their own DIY influenced magical mystery tour.
Raggedly
poetic punk and psychedelic pop float in and out with a cinematic
clarity that evokes eras that don't really exist outside of their
heads, and now ours as they provide themselves as the spirit guides
who will reveal all.
You don't
really listen to this in the conventional sense, but instead it's
more a collection of songs that you feel.
That you
soak up.
Close
your eyes and you're taking a ride in one of Bolan's white swans in a
phantasmagorical fairground.
Drifting
past is Luke Haines doing some disco moves, and then he gives way to
The Beatles and the Stones watching reruns of The Simpons.
With
headphones on you could imagine that you are standing arms
outstretched in the dark as snowflakes float down all
around you, but as each pass closely by you can see that instead of
them being snowflakes that they are all small photos from an anarchic
scrapbook.
Some are
family scenes and others are iconic images.
Decades
of peoples lives are landing on your hands, eyelashes and lips and
melting away.
Every
time you slip the disc in and press play it's a different experience
to participate in.
Different snowflake photographs.
An
unerring work of genius. Utterly stunning at every turn.
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