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Great album.
I can't help about the shape I'm in, I can't sing I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
But don't ask me what I think of you, I might not give the answer that you want me to
The only time I waited outside for the shop to open was for Joe Satriani's The Extremist. We watched the guy open the boxes of all the new releases until he he got to it. I really loved it and still do.
Great album... although I still actually prefer The Hurting.
"Take these three items, some WD-40, a vise grip, and a roll of duct tape. Any man worth his salt can fix almost any problem with this stuff alone." - Walt Kowalski
"Only two things are infinite - the universe, and human stupidity. And I'm not sure about the universe." - Albert Einstein
I was there at Sheffield City Hall, on my birthday, when Lee Brilleaux announced that the band were making a live recording for an album to be released later in the year. Couldn't wait, and I can't play that vinyl record today as it's pretty much worn out.
I remember heading over to Kingston to get this from a great little Record Store on Fife Road that I can’t remember the name of now.
I caught Marillion at the local Student union bar before they became famous and became a big fan. The 'Fish' era of the band was the biggest musical love affair of my life, and it was the most wonderful ride with them from literally nowhere to the amazing success the band had. I couldn't wait for the album release (Script for a jester's tear), and when it came out I queued up to buy a vinyl copy at Andy's records in Norwich, the queue was because the band were there signing albums and also playing live at the University of East Anglia that night. To top it all my best mate knew Fish personally so we chatted to him. Wonderful day!
Also ....
I was at Norwich school of art at the time but I spent a year and a term living at the City college halls of residence. Most people hated it, but I loved it. We had just one room on a corridor and a shared kitchen at the end. I became great pals with a bunch of like minded lunatics from the city college and we managed to wangle it so that we all had rooms on the same corridor. It was brilliant, just an ‘open house’ scenario where we were in and out of all the rooms chatting, drinking, playing guitars, listening to albums. They actually decided that they would never do that again as we were too much aggro – complaints above and below about partying, loud music, playing murderball in the corridor at 2.00am etc. My pal Graham liked loud music, we were on the third floor and famously someone once complained that they could hear his music through the ceiling of their first floor room!
Anyway, back on topic - there were two great albums that we ALL bought, there was an amazing sense of anticipation, and we literally all went out and bought them the same day (seven of us) – Marillion’s Fugazi and Rush Grace under pressure. Those two albums immediately transport me back to a brilliant time of life.
I remember the awe with which I slid the vinyl out of the sleeve. And studied those awesome lyrics...
very disappointing
I bought quite a lot of albums on the day of release around then - Rainbow, Rush, Led Zeppelin, Judas Priest, Whitesnake - but they were all the first albums I'd bought by those bands so I don't know if there was really a big sense of anticipation. It was more about the excitement of the first listen.
So, the answer might be Pink Floyd - The Wall. It was their first album for nearly three years (which seems like a blink of an eye by today's standards). Tommy Vance played the whole thing on the Friday Rock Show and I went out and bought it the next morning. The cover picture was those plain white bricks but there was a re-usable plastic sticker with the album title which I stuck on my window.... my parents must have chucked the sticker out and that still pisses me off 42 years later.