I've posted a lot from records that everyone else likes that I'm not mad about, so here's one from a record I'm quite fond of that seems to have got really mixed reviews. The Passions' 1980 debut is, to my ears, a very good snapshot of its era; a bit dark and a bit minimalist, but with a hint of the New Romantic as well. They're one of these bands I always regret having been too young to ever see live - although if I had been around then I'd be even more of an old fart than I am now, so maybe it's just as well.
Actually, what first lured me to this album was its title. Michael and Miranda. What a great name for an album. Why don't bands give their albums such great names any more?
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