...don't leave me now, leave me out here in the pouring rain, with my back against the wall, don't leave me now...
Three years after their big hit and catchy tunes, the vagabonds are back in the spotlight; undisputed skill, excellent arrangements, and unmistakable style remain unchanged: from the hat emerges the sparkling chart-topping single, a formidable '50s ballad "My kind of lady" complete with a nod to John Helliwell!
The sweet "Know who you are", the fair "Waiting so long"... OK, there's something off: "Famous last words" lacks the color of its illustrious predecessor, nor does it possess the creativity; the Davies-Hodgson skirmishes have resulted in an evident step back, but the English band manages to stay afloat enough not to fade away immediately.
So, are these the "famous last words" of those who have nothing left to say? Or those of someone already satiated with success? Or perhaps of one who has had their time? Maybe, certainly what is lost is a unique genre (prog, prog-rock, prog-pop) as well as the flavor of exquisite harmonies and engaging dialogues between deep sax and majestic keyboards.
And so the words of the splendid "Don't leave me now" sound grim and mocking:
...and the shadows begin to fall, [...], I feel old, lonely, and gray, don't leave me now...