Theyโ€™re a luckless lot, Shack. They made Waterpistol, an album that might have been one of the defining recordings of 1991, had the studio not burnt down, destroying the master tapes. Then came H.M.S. Fable, finally written and recorded following a period of smack addiction and subsequent detoxification. It was greeted with critical hallelujahs?but disagreements over the quality of its promotion led to a squandering of any momentum they achieved. Like fellow Byrdsian Liverpudlians The Laโ€™s, it seemed improbable theyโ€™d ever record again.

Now, finally, brothers Mick and John Head et al are back on a new label with an LP recorded in just six weeks and it shows?in the best possible sense. Thereโ€™s a rawness, a ripeness, a spontaneity about Hereโ€™s Tom With The Weather that hasnโ€™t been destroyed by multitracking or studio varnishing. Terms like โ€œproper musicโ€ and โ€œreal songsโ€ are usually the last refuge of the Luddite. These are โ€œproperโ€ and โ€œrealโ€ with all the organic, halcyon beauty that that entails.

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The opener, โ€œAs Long As Iโ€™ve Got Youโ€, for instance, with its distant accordions, wafts in like a breath of sea air, or like hearing Simon & Garfunkel for the first time.

โ€œSoldier Manโ€, too, with its meandering guitar break, showers on you like bracingly damp, strangely uplifting weather. โ€œByrds Turn To Stoneโ€, with its subtle, semi-acoustic blowback, shows that Shack arenโ€™t just strummers, but possess a fine gift for arrangement emphasised again on the strings that weave unsteadily through โ€œThe Girl With The Long Brown Hairโ€, or on the wistful โ€œMiles Apartโ€, one of a clutch of fine John Head compositions here (brother Mick pens the rest).

With the seedy, โ€œWaiting For The Manโ€-style scenario of โ€œOn The Terraceโ€, the salsa flavourings of โ€œMeant To Beโ€, and what sound like allusions to Patty Hearst on โ€œOn The Streets Tonightโ€, this album covers a range of lyrical ground and moods before returning to the heavily qualified โ€œblissโ€ of the uneasy, closing lullaby โ€œHappy Ever Afterโ€. Theyโ€™ve given a lot, Shack?now itโ€™s time for them to take.