There was a time when Elvis Costello traded in hit singles. A series of nervy epistles from the front not only thrilled and reassured, but also flagged albums crackling with energy and determination.
Those were albums full of songs which swept the emotional minefields of troubled relationships, queried the numbing minutiae of the daily grind.
Confronting a Costello album was seldom an easy option. However in exchange he offered encouragement and hope, if sometimes only through his enthusiasm for debate.
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