Yes, Gentle reader, I am aware that the mellifluous duo pictured above are the unfortunately-named Heart, but bear with me.
Heart, that’s who I recommend you to cover, oh Gypsy band. As I listened to them last night belting out the charming desperate ballads of Fleetwood Mac, their energetic thump and vigour brought the hearty visages of Anne and Nancy shimmering in front of my mind’s eye. Oh dear.
Charm. Is the Gentle reader familiar with Brideshead Revisited, by Evelyn Waugh? There is a long diatribe on charm, British charm, and its paralysing, decadent effect. Charming. Even though it is a positive word, there is something faintly sinister and unpleasant about it- villains are often described as charming. There are songs and musicians who charm us, and then there are others who bellow passionately. Like Heart. Like Gypsy.