I was still twenty years old when this work by the Irish quartet was released in 1987; a record that I loved to the point of madness, captivating me with a series of songs that formed my ideal soundtrack for years. I still feel the same emotional highs when the needle plays the opening notes of "Where The Streets Have No Name", all the way to the closing "Mothers Of The Disappeared", which marks the worthy conclusion of a perfect album.
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