I can't talk about a comeback because Robyn Hitchcock has always been present. In a quieter acoustic key, but always with those couple of tracks that many young musicians only dream about.
I think it's time to stop associating him with a minor-key Barrett. Our Robyn is greater than a Barrett.
Here he is, a graying middle-aged gentleman, with the sly smile of someone who has 30 years of psychedelic pop in his blood.
Confident, he plugs into the amplifiers and starts. Soft Boys, Lennon, Country Velvet, Big Star dressed in power pop, the 60s between California and London.
A renewed vein between melodic killer nonsense and reverse guitars. Perhaps less Barrett and more sunny California British invasion.
Pure Hitchcock.
One of the best, crazy rough diamond