It's funny how time plays tricks with your memory. I always thought it was a good album but listening to it again, after all this time, shows it to be far better than I remember.
Oddly, too, I'd forgotten which tracks where my favourites. I wouldn't have picked King Chicago if you'd asked me - but I would have been wrong.
Walking the Ghost Back home is one of those albums that reminds me of something good, though I can't place it to a particular time or even.
