John Hiatt - Hangin’ Around The Observatory/Overcoats

At 10 songs each, Hiatt’s debut and sophomore solo sets confused the critics with their variegated musical styles and delivery. In retrospect, however, they have an air of foresight about them. The likes of Space and The Divine Comedy would meld similarly disparate elements, providing a rich, if sometimes gloopy, sonic mix, which is by turns captivating and jolting. The astronomically-titled set mixes countrified piano and slide guitar with honky-tonk, glam-claps and some audacious humming, no less. Hiatt’s dulcet tones are Joe Cocker-esque on the Traffic-like Full Moon, while the upbeat title track throws everything in. The follow-up saw Hiatt plough further down the Randy-Newman-on-the-rocks path, slurring his way through the likes of One More Time. Saxophone should usually be used in excessive moderation, but not so here. The horn section shines on the porn-vibe I’m Tired Of Your Stuff, while Distance could be Roy Harper in full-blown lucidity. The oddly-named title track is as jolly as you like, and while the critics hated I Killed An Ant With My Guitar, it was a way ahead of its time whistling lounge-yodel. The gospel of Motorboat To Heaven also stands up. If you can get over the nasal delivery, there’s much to please.