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I have a weird thing about this album. It was played a fair bit by my dad and I ended up liking it a lot. In a drunken lapse of logic recently I bought a copy for myself. Listening to it again I got the obvious nostalgia rush but pretty soon found myself getting annoyed by what amounts to the vast wall of production that stood between the songs and my ears. It's like listening to music through frosted glass.
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