I've noticed over the years that whenever Big Star creeps into my daily listening habits, I in turn find myself listening to a hell of a lot more power pop in general -- and vice versa. Lately, I have been obsessing (again) over Radio City, the band's 1974 masterpiece. If you like your pop shiny and shimmering, it doesn't get any sweeter and smarter than this; an album that you can revisit fifty times and still find something that renews the whole experience.
I have . . .
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