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Year of the Cat, Al Stewart, Janus Records.... Although Far Eastern philosophy pegs 1975 "The Year of the Cat" and this year "The Year of the Dragon," Al Stewart's most recent effort appears not a moment too late. This reviewer was beginning to think that the coupling of creative lyrics and innovative rock-folk arrangements came only once in a decade. Musically, this LP comprises every style (except country) imaginalbe disco and jazz in the title cut; a fiddle solo slimaxing "Broadway Hotel, subtle classicism throughout, the acoustic alchemy in, what else, "Flying Sorcery."

But it is the verse herein

Room service at the push of a bell And the man said as he put down the tray Love was a stealaway Just a reveal away

I tried to find a way Nothing was clear. Then as he turned away You asked the man to stay He was there all the day No one came near." But all the gnawing sexualitywhether straight or gay is a metaphor, for in an entire context the interpretation lies at the feet of the eternal homosapien looking for the ever elusive niche in his/her world.

Initially, one may have dif-

Stewart's lispi vocals; but even that fits; androgny without pretense; not specifically gay; but not laboriously straight. Al Stewart is the Bob Dylan of the seventies. Investigate this album. It is a pleasure.

which holds the listener spell-ficulty acclimating the ear to bound. Al Stewart's passion for history, like in his bizarre Past, Present, and Future LP permeates The Year of the Cat. There is the development of aviation in "Flying Sorcery" and "Lord Grenville," a European version of "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" to name but two.

Indeed, Stewart's poetry reveals three starkly stuck levels we each must deal with every day the superficial, the metaphorically sexual and the sopoforic struggling through the twentieth century.

The struggle for sexuality (hereto to homo to poly) press relentlessly on two particular cuts. In one, which paints a bedroom scenario, Stewart implores, "Well nothing that's forced can ever be right. If it doesn't come naturally leave it." On "Broadway Hotel" there is an exploration of gay love: "You made your home in the Broadway Hotel

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RADIO ETHIOPIA

Radio Ethiopia, Patti Smith, Arista Records... Lay on the altar of Rimbaud, strap-fleshed across the floor. The Marquis De Sade vs Jean Paul Marat in the apolypitic bout of their dialectically absurd century. The Anti-Christ. To tame or to release. The ultimate sacrilege is making love to god among hedonistic haunts, filled with pseudo-martyrs of doom... So fucking human. Excrement, Political Anarchy holds hands with a biblical bistro. Waiting for the orgasmic lash if fliperation, screaming in a frothed vase of faith. Dung.

She may be insane but who dare casts the first stone? This album assaults the sensibilities, taunts the pitless flex of Jim Morrison. Don't listen to this with your morning coffee. And with all ends, proceed at your own risk:

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"johnny heroines/ niggers are rising our eyes are lazers... our hair is buttered, and our Ethiopias and our work is the heart beat of the future." Patti Smith, 1976.