Album Review, “Tourist in Paradise” by The Rippingtons (1989)
It’s a work of art for the swelling soul. Particulars to include are many, of course, as there’s more to it than meets the eye. Something in this album reminds me of Christmas (especially from the last song). What’s the name of that song? Not sure. My phone has lots of information on the music given and provided for by swinging jazz beats. What you see is what you get- “Tourist in Paradise”, not that it’s representative of all Earth’s powers concerning tropical music styles, but, that it’s a collection of hits and smacks ready to put you at ease. A cool cat can be seen on the album cover riding a surfboard into a dark void as illustrated in abstract, cartoon finish. Pops, cracks, and whips can be heard over the radar depending on closeness to sound within grasp along the edge into magnificent glory, or, what’s presented by Russ Freeman as a jazz collection for specific, unique tastes. You won’t find a false coin here! Still, 1989 must have been a holiday spectacular considering the flow lived under for great, dramatic sport in beach activities and we can guess so many theories on the surfing cat animal in a wild swimsuit and a pair of cool shades, rendered in 80’s cartoon style with heavy focus on sharp edges and contours on the artistic picturing of its label, or, album cover. Spots are to be taken for the ride! Times were changing in the late-80s- changes were met with renewed expectations when the story reminded us of courage, indicated in song and writing, where vision continued to be altered above the line and under it with everyday choices. I’m speaking of normal, real life in connection to “Tourist in Paradise”. Poetry in motion reveals so much to us until we’re burning in passion during a listen for some vibes. Obstacles are to be avoided, yet, we can’t help but go for the gold towards a heavenly mass of jazz in sweet rhyme. We don’t need words to have similar sounds- the music, from being in a package for tourist attractions and wild fantasies, gives off flavor we happen to see in good fortunes or else we would be pardoning a creation like this one for a better grade. Pass or fail: there’s no middle in it for me. It must pass when sounds are ringing with such brightness in scope under proper maintenance over the counting on as we should acknowledge. Rings and whistles become obstacles for listeners of this album since music as presented leaves a finishing touch when recognized in great consequences of pleasure. The Rippingtons are a favorite band of mine and it’s hard to grasp where criticism lets us discover harmony upon resounding features like this album places in cherish and merch.
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