Released exactly 30 years ago today, following three trailer singles the year before.
Punky, progressive, poppy, beautiful, noisy and psychedelic, either by turns or sometimes all at once. Inventive, wide-eyed, restless, and the closest anyone has ever got to representing ADHD in music form.
Either ignored outright or absolutely slaughtered on initial release by a trade press still hopelessly in thrall to Britpop, but emphatically, glowingly reappraised in more enlightened times subsequently.
Almost 89 minutes long, and I know every last tick and movement of it.
Still in my top three all-time albums. I don’t see it leaving any time soon.
Happy birthday, Sing To God, you tower of mad beauty, you.
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Jeremy Grayson. Son of immigrant. Adoptive father of two. Metadata librarian. Freelance point-to-point / horse racing writer, analyst and commentator wonk. Loves music, buses, cats, the BBC Micro, ale. Advocate of CBT, PACE and therapeutic parenting. Aspergers.