All the times I listen to Mrs. Peacock - on disc or alive (only in once, years ago, in Padua) - I’ve the strong, strange feeling I’m listening to a naked human being, almost painfully showing her flaws and inner thoughts...
This disc, recently acquired, is as shocking as it can be...
No hit-songs, but regrets and fears and a sense of loss and claustrophobia seldom experienced.
A ⚠️ caution advice should be placed on the elegant (back) cover, gifted by a beautiful portrait of Mrs. Peacock by Alfreda Benge (spelled “Benje” on liner notes), Robert Wyatt ‘s wife: don’t listen to this disc in rainy days.
An interesting artist, indeed.
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