Every now and then I revisit an album and kick myself for leaving it so long between listens – such is the case with Tracy Chapman’s first album. I like everything I’ve heard from her, but this album, written, it seems, in poverty, and brimming with righteous anger is an outstanding debut. Every song is great, the production is sparse but interesting, and her voice is both world-weary and fresh at the same time.
Go on, fish it out and have a listen again…