The title track of this album looms large over everything else, taking up a quarter of the entire running time, and as revered as this track is, it’s pretty much a case of diminishing returns. Does the chorus really need to be repeated seven times? What was all of the nostalgia for the music of the 60’s for in a song on the cusp of a brand new decade? What the heck is a Broncing Buck anyway? For what it’s worth, I prefer Madonna’s version which is (a) shorter and (b) skips the faux mawkishness in favour of wistful longing.
The rest of the tracks on the album are a mixed bunch, with a strange religious narrative with an arrangement of The Rivers of Babylon and a song about a Catholic saint. The song The Grave is a bit of an oddity too. The highlight for me Starry, Starry Night which is probably the only hit song about Vincent Van Gogh.
Broncing-Buck-Tastic!
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