Published December 5, 2005
It’s undeniable: Blues-rock revivalism has a very captivating energy when done by the right people at the right time, and Bubbi Morthens was undeniably that. A bitter, opinionated youth and visionary musician in a stagnant, short-sighted society whose creativity was grinding to an agonising halt, he made this, his most essential album, in 1980, exposing a generation fallen through the cracks.
Cocksure, decisive and surprisingly crisp, even by today’s standards, it sneers just as contemptuously as it did 25 years ago (at least I’m guessing it did – it’s my senior by six years). Perhaps most amazingly, this reissue gives us glimpses of a time when Bubbi was anything but the giant sack of nostalgia he is today. He was a truly gifted lyricist with a tell-it-as-it-is style that almost makes you forget how incredibly painful it is to listen to his voice. Almost.