They thought they had lost him to the world of film-making and radio serialisation. But just when you thought it was safe to sign up to that accountancy course or take that job as a phone-tapper's assistant, Selfish blasts back with the voice of conscience that makes you drop your prejudices, your inhibitions, and possibly your knickers, run out of the soulless supermarket and out into the Sun, the Sun, the Sun!
With harp, shakuhachi, the sonic stylings of Barry Krishna and the most delicate vocal harmonies yet on a Selfish record, this is the record of a summer that must never end! Bing berates, he lambasts, he excoriates. But on the turn of a sixpence, he soothes, he succours, he gives hope to your needy masses. Because Bing wants us to LIVE, and he's Calling All Dionysians!!!!