Now that heโs made entirely of myth, itโs getting harder to evaluate Nick Drakeโs true worth as an artist. Had, say, Steve Tilston or Keith Christmas slipped their surly bonds in 1974, rather than continuing to plough and plod away, would we now be eulogising their legacy and using their work to sell Volkswagen cars?
This latest compilation of Drakeโs work adds further fuel to the legend in the shape of a previously unheard track, โTow The Lineโ, recorded during the 1974 sessions that yielded Drakeโs final clutch of songs. With a melody line thatโs mildly reminiscent of Bryter Layterโs โChime Of A City Clockโ, it has something of the redeeming lyrical quality of Pink Moonโs closing track, โFrom The Morningโ. Indeed, the accompanying press blurb claims that โTow The Lineโ is a song โfull of assurance and contemplative calmโ, and questions the received notion that Nick was at the end of his emotional tether in 1974. That bold assertion might have more credibility if the new track wasnโt immediately preceded on this compilation by โBlack Eyed Dogโ, the most ghostly, unsettling song Nick Drake ever wrote by an unlit country mile, or indeed if the lyrics to โTow The Lineโ didnโt throw down the one-loaded-chamber gambit, โTonight is the night we win or lose all.โ
Debate still rages over Drakeโs worth as a lyricist. There are those who claim that his abilities never rose above sixth-form musings. Others, most notably the late lan MacDonald in his masterful essay โExiled From Heavenโ, identify a highly codified symbolist poetry of the most accomplished kind. Proponents of the former school will find supportive evidence in โTow The Lineโ โs simplistic rhyming schemes, advocates of the latter in its obtuse imagery.
More controversial perhaps is the inclusion of newly arranged versions of โI Was Made To Love Magicโ and โTime Of No Replyโ. Leaving aside for a moment the issue of whether we would do this to, letโs say, Dylan when heโs gone, the posthumous addition of Robert Kirbyโs originally intended string arrangements to a time-stretched backing track bring mixed rewards. โTime Of No Replyโ seems entirely in keeping with the artistโs original intentions, whereas โI Was Made To Love Magicโ sounds somewhat cloying and superfluous, and leaves you wondering if we havenโt been underrating Clifford T Ward and Colin Blunstone all along.
Much more successful, not to mention myth-demolishing, is the version of โThree Hoursโ, a carefree studio jam between Drake, โReebopโ Kwaakhu Baah on congas, and an anonymous flautist (probably Chris Wood, possibly Harold McNair).
Slip the headphones on and imagine a parallel 1974 where a confident Drake is performing with a makeshift duo at the Festival Hall. Sponsored by no one.