The story of No Other, Gene Clark’s searingly beautiful album terrifies me. Gene Clark sobered up, toiled hard and opened his D-minor heart to the world and the world of 1974 didn’t want it.
In fact the record company removed it from their catalogue entirely and it was only after Clark’s sad death in the nineties that people went ‘Oh shit. This album was an absolute masterpiece and no one told him.’
It’s scary for any creative artist to consider: you can do everything right, you can exceed everything you’ve ever done and you can still fail. Them’s the breaks. Anyway, the alt-rock nineties got it, so there’s that. The track presented here is from the end of side one.