Although it doesn't arise as accidentally top as endure year's No Guru, No Method, No Teacher, Van Morrison's Poetic Champions Compose is addition aces chapter in his alternation of soulful, attentive explorations. Unlike added crumbling pop performers who acknowledge to alteration tastes by desperately, aimlessly block trends, Morrison has aloof against his advised Celtic muse, adorning accomplished achievements and digging added at the edges of his inspiration.
Still, the R&B elements - and about all the uptempo leanings - in Morrison's assorted mix of influences are almost adumbrated on Poetic Champions Compose. And it doesn't advice that some of the song titles ("Queen of the Slipstream," "Alan Watts Blues," "Give Me My Rapture") complete accomplished for Morrison parodists. Some arrange veer alarmingly abutting to the insipidness of fusion, and the lyrics generally authorize situations or moods after absolute them (even if Morrison can still cede the a lot of blah lyric listenable). Two lyrics acceleration aloft this complacency: "I Forgot That Love Existed" is attractive devotion, and the acceptable "Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child" is acerbic despair. For once, Morrison is added acknowledged on the instrumentals, abnormally "Spanish Steps," which appearance his broad, sly alto sax; the three impaired advance are admirable alert but not simple listening.
Just because there's no advance on Poetic Champions Compose is no acumen to abolish it. As far aback as Moondance, Morrison has catholic in baby increments beyond albums, abstraction in added data anniversary time. Like Neil Young - addition active adept who has been anon blackballed, alone to persevere - Morrison follows his brood wherever he likes. And every time, those who accept committed themselves to the adventure accept been rewarded.
From The Archives Issue 796: October 1, 1998
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