LOVE BEACH

Here Emerson Lake and Palmer do a cheeky send up of prog. Starting with the beegees style cover and an album title that has nothing to do with the album the lads cheekily play through six short tracks each one making you think the album might turn the corner. Then comes the epic with cringeworthy lyrics but at least a redeemable first part. Then it totally runs out of gas. Along with Invisible Touch this is the most nauseating album I have but at least IT was 1986 when rock had gone to the dogs.This album then is a few years ahead of it's time.