Most of the time, when I buy an album from the 80's because it has one or two good songs on it, I end up with a decent album, but the music is apt to haunt me. The songs sound so sad, like they can feel that possibly, if only I'd got to them when they were current, they would have all been old favorites by now, instead of cheesy flashbacks and corny nostalgia. So you'll understand my hesitation at buying 'Til Tuesday's Voices Carry... especially because I didn't want that kind of feeling to seep into the title track, one of my all-time favorites.
But there, on the cover, was the wild-eyed pixie face of Aimee Mann, daring me to buy it. And when six-foot tall blonde pixies start telling me to do things, I listen (take THAT, E. F. Hutton). So I bought it, and now, months later, I'm listening to it again. Every time I pull it out, the songs sound like they are old favorites, rather than just trying to be so. It's synthy, it's poppy, but somehow, it's managed to transcend. Normally, I will skip to the one track on an album that I really like when I put it in for the first time, but on this one, I sat through it all, caught by Love in a Vacuum and held at least until Winning the War. It's a really good album, in short, and I wanted to write about it, because it really caught me by surprise, as it does every time I play it.
And now for something completely different:
Mine eyes have seen the hurry of the coming of some dude
He is traipsing on the cupboard where I store my Mountain Dew
And if he doesn't stop traipsing, we will all be screwed
Cause that's our Mountain Dew!