No offense, Sade, but this album makes me sick. Not long after this album was released, I became suddenly ill (a combination of a sinus infection, allergies, poor diet, stress, and exhaustion, among other possibilities) while taking down Christmas lights in the front yard. Thinking I should rest, I shuffled inside, put on this CD, and fell back on the couch, feeling nauseous. I recovered after a few days, but could never listen to this album again, particularly the opening track, without a wave of nausea coming over me. I'm getting through it today, but that's about all I can tell ya. This could be Sade's best album ever (it won a Grammy for Best Pop Vocal Album, Metacritic gives it 78), but I couldn't say since I can't listen to it anymore. The mind works in weird ways, doesn't it?
Peak on the US Billboard Top 200 chart: #3
Previously revisited for the blog:
Love Deluxe (1992)
Wow, that's a psychological anomaly isn't it? I loved this album, and can't listen to it really now because it reminds me of the biggest break-up of my life so far. I'd trade off the associations to "Soldier of Love" any day.
ReplyDeleteIt's a good album and its weird and cool how our minds file certain sounds, smells, and tastes with memories. Can't think of any albums or songs with bad juju for me - maybe it is the mind at work, protecting me from pain, both physical and emotional.
ReplyDeleteOne of my earliest net postings was this 2011 post which may or may not be relative to today's topic of discussion:
Seven Slabs Of Seven Inch Vinyl That Ruined My Life