This is one of my favorite album covers of all time. The band was pretty cool too-pop at it's purest, most bubble-about-to-break gloriously transient, but they still got two good albums out of it. (Provision's predecessor, Cupid and Psyche 85, might even be better as its songs go, but I didn't like the artwork nearly as much.) Green Gartside did have an insanely high voice for a man, but man could he use it sweet.
I've always remembered a Rolling Stone review of this album referring to its "air-conditioned, studio-bound feel," and they're right. Most of the sounds are sequenced to within an inch of their lives.
But, well, you've got the opinion of Rolling Stone, and you've got Miles Davis making guest appearances on your records and covering your songs. Which do you think means more?
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