L'amour

This artist has a very unique delivery. It's semi-instrumental, and when there are lyrics, they are very difficult to understand. He almost whispers/mumbles the words. That said, it sounds great. I can't explain it. It just works. It's also a CD that you can just hit play and listen to the whole thing.

I'm only going to comment on the vinyl and not the music. The vinyl quality is decent. Far the nice silent backgrounds you might get on a reissue from a company like say Sundazed. That said, the vinyl is good enough that the background noise does not pull you out of the experience.

Stunningly beautiful mood music. Exceeded expectations. Perfect for a warm summer night sitting on the porch with a bottle of wine. The fact that the lyrics are mostly undecipherable speaks to the mystery behind the making of the album and the man himself.

This album is pretty, pretty good. I've listened to it a couple of times and already know I'm going to listen to it a bunch more. Mellow and weird loving music. I guess you might not like it, but I do.

This was reviewed as a long lost find. I didn't like it. Oh well. If you are sentimental and love quiet love songs from an artist now deceased, this is for you.

Mysterious, beautiful. LITA has done a superb job on this LP in terms of vinyl pressing, packaging, sleeve notes. Well worth the investment.

Amazingly beautiful and achingly sad both at the same time...Love the back story how Mr. Lewis disowns his creations...

Greatest album ever. Hoax or not.

I don't remember anymore where I picked this guy up, but I think it is related to Bill Fay - someone must have made the comparison, and Bill Fay has been around for ages for me, so I must have thought this could be interesting. It is! The two guys are elusive, with Lewis (real name Randy Wulff) the clear winner in that department. He disappeared from the map completely for many years, only to be found - with the same white clothes on - in a Canadian coffee shop. Bill has his job to go to, and returns to the studio once every few years, producing a killer record each time. While Bill - and I will soon stop talking about him! - is the wonderful, lonesome piano-driven esoterica - Lewis is the romantic synth crooner. He recorded this album in Calgary in 1985, while going downhill financially, or so it has been eluded to. The music is odd, and perhaps representative of his being recording without guidance or professional production. In any case, while being somewhat disturbing, it is also beautiful. The synthesizers drown out his words - on purpose? - but that he is sincere and heartbroken is definitely clear. You will be well advised to seek him up - he really is that good.

I've tried to like this - really I have. And I love mellow music, be it "Gaucho", Ned Doheny, John Klemmer, Boz Scaggs or early Stephen Bishop.But this is where "mellow" becomes "monotonous". This album, despite its interesting back-story, simply doesn't cut it.Instead of this, buy "Too Slow to Disco", Michael Ruff's live album, or Matthew Larkin Cassell's "Complete Works".

Lewis reappears from the 80' to tell us how music should be.

This must be my favorite of all albums out there, and it's a must in every record collection. Perfect music.

excellent