Apropos of nothing, I’ve found myself recently listening repeatedly to Peter Green’s imperial run of three classic Fleetwood Mac singles from ’68 to ’69: Albatross, Man of the World and Oh Well (pts 1 and 2).
I’m not really a fan of all the wailing blues stuff Peter Green seems to be known for. I can take electric blues to an extent but I tire of it quickly. With these three songs though, Mr Green delves into a talent for poignancy which is much more my bag.
Albatross is perhaps overplayed, but try if you can to listen with fresh ears. It’s a symphony masquerading as easy listening. In both this and Man of the World it sounds to me like he’s trying to rewrite Santo and Johnny’s untouchable Sleepwalk – and making a pretty good fist of it.
Man of the World is my favourite of the three. The opening lines are the hook, and sound as fresh and melancholic as the openings to Here Comes The Sun or Homeward Bound. You get immediately drawn in and the song can’t put a foot wrong after that.
Well, it kind of does put a foot wrong with the almost uncomfortably » Continue Reading.