On Every Street
On Every Street
Heavy heavy fuel
The tide had turned against the Knof here, as by the time he'd eventually mustered the energy to return with a new album, he'd lost several members of the band and the musical landscape had changed significantly. 1992 was not a great time for fluorescent suits and like many 'long awaited' comebacks (cough, *Chinese Democracy*) there's a rather labourious feel to proceedings. Still the elegant, wistful title track gives you a feel for where the Knof is at - wandering the streets, longing for his old love and feeling somewhat lost. The rest of the album is anonymous and mired in a stodgy country rock wilderness of slick blues trucker shuffles. The ZZ top-lite of Heavy Fuel sounds as bad as you'd think. In fairness, perhaps the essential ingredients are not too different from previous albums, but gone are the late nights moods, the stories, the elusive romance. All we're left with is the glare of the midday sun and New Orleans stye tributes to Elvis and parties. Its the sound of a great romantic lost in the mist of drugs (?) and success. It's comfortably boring, and that's where we came in, isnt it?
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