If there was any debate about whether Tubular Bells was overrated this settles it - a vastly better album, with more highlights, better flow, and none of the clunky distractions. Tubular Bells is also fine and good - just not a masterpiece so much as arriving at a time and place hungry for a savior. Where Bells chopped sloppily between ideas, Ridge breathes, develops, blossoms, with the hypnosis of ambient achieved through melodies so clean you barely notice their passing.
And its still an indulgent wank. And it's crazy that this topped any country's charts (good trivia there). But better than most if it's what you're in the market for, overflowing with a sense of wonder for the world, riding contours, gasping open into space, a sunrise where you try to suck in the moment and hold it hardened in yourself for later, ideally forever 4.5/5
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