Bideodromage
An ever-so-haphazard collection of songs/performances which bring one to the trancelike state of what is called Pure Pop Wonderment. These things avoid syzygy. It’s not an excuse; it’s a vigorously researched excuse. Linear-ness is overrated. Most of these you’ll know, but perhaps not these versions. Maybe 1 or 2 that are new, to, say, the likes of you. Enjoy.
Mr. Murphy is in top form still. He is in full command of his towering vocal abilities. A vampiric mesmerist is in the house. And, *you* let him in!!!!!!!!!!!!
The enigmatic and other-worldly Peter Murphy presents an imposing, daunting figure, one who seems unlacking in self-assurance. And, if anything, his *astonishing* vocal talents are fully—possibly more fully than ever—intact. Like unto a god. Or whatever he is.
The supremely talented, somewhat offbeat {esp. back in the day…} whistling mΓ¦stro, composer, and vocalist Roger Whittaker is herein featured. Equipped with a manly baritone not unlike burnished mahogany, the man can just plain deliver the goods (his nonpareil winning ways being what they are). A true original. β.
Bideodromage 