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Meatyard songsmith
SIMON PILBEAM waxes lyrical over the latest album from the indomitable JD Meatyard
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JD MEATYARD has a long history of sharp polemic and biting social comment — as far back as the late 1980s John Peel was broadcasting Meatyard’s poetic anger as leader of Levellers 5 and Calvin Party.
This new material may suggest a sugaring of the pills but make no mistake; there is no compromise here.
The title track Love is a call for a new love generation and a compassionate community to return to the world. A simple message, deftly put across with passion, and a potshot at those who “know the price of everything but the value of nothing.” The ghost of Lennon smiles benignly as Donaldson assures us that all we need is all we needed back in 1967, the thing we have always needed. A classic campfire singalong for sure. Any festival would be enhanced by it.
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