Teenager of the Year

For my money this is a heavily front-loaded record: had I bought it on vinyl, disc two would be near-pristine, and disc one would be in need of a clean by now. Owning it on cassette, as I did at first, was irksome, as there was a lot of rewinding involved. I suspect my current CD copy has been with me since '98 or '99.

It's not a disc that's picked up all that much mileage as my Frank Black fixation was already beginning to wind down by then. I hadn't enjoyed The Cult of Ray or Frank Black and the Catholics. Even so, I still kept buying his records into the middle of the next decade, with Dog in the Sand and Devil's Workshop being the ones from those years that stuck with me. Much as I loved Pixies once upon a time, their post-reformation material hasn't drawn me back in.

Back to Teenager...: it gets off to a flying start, with songs one, two and three all over within five and a half thrilling minutes. 'Thalassocracy', in particular, still gets me going, even now. And I enjoy the slightly more leisurely ten-and-a-half minutes that follows, comprising 'Calistan', 'The Vanishing Spies' and 'Speedy Marie' every bit as much. After about track eight (or maybe ten, depending on my mood), the hits become fewer and further between, and I begin to lose interest.

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All Wrapped Up

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