Dedicated to all of the recording technicians in the LA area and elsewhere, this delightful compilation cut from Grandaddy. It’s an affectionate (“He records a love song, the production’s right on”) but somewhat winking (“He’ll say ‘have you listened to my new band’/ and we’ll say ‘no but we really like that one song that goes/Â tiiiiime is flowing like a river'”) tribute to an icon of the recording trade. And the boopy electronic soundtrack – which sounds exactly like the line about “electronic bands with frostbitten hands” – acknowledges Parsons’ ouevre as something to be admired, even if it’s not your usual cup of tea. Though my favorite songs have notes that are wrong… Alan Parsons in a winter wonderland, indeed.
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