Beatricia: “Lindsey Buckingham / Christine McVie” is probably an unwieldy title, chosen only because “Buckingham / McVie” would have brought to mind “Buckingham / Nicks” (the album with the scandalous cover that shows then-lovers Lindsey and Stevie Nicks in a state of way too much innocence, with Stevie looking worrisomely young).
The decades have passed since their ’70s heyday, but the soap opera is never left behind: it wouldn’t be a genuine Fleetwood Mac experience without it. In this near reunion, Lindsey’s safe-but-secretly-daring songs are at the forefront, with Christine’s avian sounds expanding the background. John McVie’s bass and Mick Fleetwood’s drums have shown up in lesser, non-cover-worthy roles. Stevie Nicks, unfortunately, contributed only her haunting absence. The songs have the mix of harmonic joy and underlying sorrow that has made for the triumphant Mac mix, at least since their self-titled stylistic breakthrough in ‘75. The album is brief enough that no filler snuck its way in. “Sleeping Around the Corner” sets the dual atmosphere; “Feel About You” might be a hit song from an alternate-universe production of “Grease”; and “My World” is about escaping from hurt and regret into a secluded fantasy, not unlike Brian Wilson’s hermit manifesto of “In My Room.”
Other highlights include “Red Sun,” which I would urge wise spouses to play during beach outings at the appropriate time; and “Lay Down for Free.” There’s hints of discord: “On With the Show” is the kind of road song that might be harmless in a band without history this deep, but, given the participants, feels like shade thrown at a certain person who wouldn’t show up for the sessions. Finale “Carnival Begin,” although not as festive as its title, allows Christine to end everything on a hopeful note. “LB /McV” Part 2, please! Tracey, do you perhaps have something illuminating to say?
Tracey: I’m currently eating a bowl of CHEESY POP CORN, so my mouth is full and I would rather not open it lest I cause offense.
Beatricia: Does anybody else feel like running their ignorant tongues about “Buckingham / McVie”?
Hank: Of course not, babe! Great album from beginning to end. Cherry!
Grandpa Felicius: Don’t anyone look at me. That Lindsay Lohan is just hunky-dory in my book. Cherry!
Trent: Hot chick, decent music. Cherry!
Cousin Franz: Almost as good as Can’s “Tago Mago”! Cherry!
Beatricia: These don’t feel like satisfactory answers! Be honest, everyone!
Hank: I loved it, I did, I swear!
Grandpa Felicius: A pleasurable wave of flippy guitar sounds that can help one to drift off with fond remembrances of having made love by the beaches of Bali H’ai.
Trent: I’m sure this was pretty sexy music for people in the ‘70s….
Cousin Franz: Enjoyable, but more convincing as the remembrance of love’s labour lost, or as the re-enactment of years-old drama, than as description of any current emotion.
Beatricia: Actually, the preferred answer was: “Although Lindsey, Christine, John and Mick are as stellar as they ever were, one can’t help but miss Stevie Nicks, and the great Fleetwood Mac album that this almost was.”
Blurbarella: “Regret– For People– 70– Years Old.”
3 out of 6 Cherries