Everything But The Girl
Love Not Money

THE REVIEW

This morning I woke up, it was raining. But it was a rain that was kind to me, and I felt strangely happy. Together with the few plants that adorn my apartment, I went out, barefoot, to get a little water on my face. And as I wiped the drops from my face, which were not tears, not mine, I mean, I smiled at the cat who, indeed, has figured out how to truly live, squatting unlawfully on a bench not his own.

Once back inside, I was overwhelmed by an inexplicable sense of gratitude, I looked for "Love not money" (1985), an album I can only listen to when the rain is benevolent, when you have the feeling that someone is expressing their joy and it's not you doing it, you don't care, don't ask questions!

"when all's well my love is like cathedral bells"                                                                            

This crystal-clear pop from another time, gentle and round like its three letters, soft in its blanket of lightly strummed guitars and here and there flecked with some naiveté in writing, might not be the best pop of the era but it makes me feel good because it steals me away from life every now and then and only for a short time, just enough to say "I have" a life and it is also good.

"Love" instead of "Money",  for Eden is here with us!

Perhaps rhetorical, but if EBTG says so, I believe it.