The opening track from the only LP I've bought in eight months. But look what they've done to your song, Elv, look what they've done to your song. They let a power crazed producer smother it in fads till it's as tuneless as a breakfast gong, Ely, look what they've done to your song. It's a grating exercise in the numbing craze for "messing about" with the finished studio tape — all that stopping, starting and rewinding of phrases and horn riffs: music that seems solely geared to test expensive light consoles. "Have we come this far to find a soul cliche?" he sings so maybe this is all a joke. No, can't be a joke. Jokes go: What do you call three lepers in a jacuzzi? Soup. I've heard nothing as widly amusing on this thing. This, I think, is a hiccup and one that will colour Elvis' face whenever he thinks of it in the coming years. If this review were a Costello song, I think this "extended mix" would become victim to a play on the words "omnibus" and "blunder-bus." You can use that one if you want Dec!
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