The Hits Just Keep on Comin' blog is a friend to all music fans. The enigmatic J.A. Bartlett is a colourful writer who says of himself, "in my head it's always 1976". His blog is wide-ranging and well worth exploring. Here's part of his review of Van's Born to Sing album.
No Plan B
By J.A. Bartlett on Monday, November 5, 2012I am, as you might know, a certifiable Van Morrison fanatic. Back on Top is one of the dozen-or-so albums in my collection I couldn’t live without. I’ve got the live Van albums that blur together. I’ve got the stuff from the 80s that just isn’t very good. I’ve got the country album, Pay the Devil, although I’ve only played it twice. But I’ve also got Astral Weeks and Tupelo Honey and Wavelength and Too Long in Exile and Moondance, as any intelligent person should, the stuff for which Van will be remembered years from now.
The last couple of weeks I have been living with Van’s new album, Born to Sing: No Plan B. I’ve had it in the car and I’ve kept repeating it, which is the way to insinuate an album into your life, a little at a time, over and over. It’s got that trademark Morrison feel, the familiar sound he’s had for the last decade or so, with more jazz touches than we’ve heard from him recently.
Educating Archie, a diatribe against people lulled by the media (another favourite Morrison target) into giving up their rights, begins with the words, You’re a slave to the capitalist system / Which is ruled by the global elite. On the scale of poetry, that is no Sweet Thing (We shall walk and talk in gardens misty wet with rain / And I will never never never grow so old again).
Don’t misunderstand my point. Born to Sing: No Plan B is the most enjoyable Van Morrison album in years—as music. As a manifesto of what’s important to its creator, it’s not especially pleasant at all.