Now that heโ€™s made entirely of myth, itโ€™s getting harder to evaluate Nick Drakeโ€™s 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 Drakeโ€™s work adds further fuel to the legend in the shape of a previously unheard track, โ€œTow The Lineโ€, recorded during the 1974 sessions that yielded Drakeโ€™s final clutch of songs. With a melody line thatโ€™s mildly reminiscent of Bryter Layterโ€™s โ€œChime Of A City Clockโ€, it has something of the redeeming lyrical quality of Pink Moonโ€™s closing track, โ€œFrom The Morningโ€. Indeed, the accompanying press blurb claims that โ€œTow The Lineโ€ is a song โ€œfull 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 wasnโ€™t immediately preceded on this compilation by โ€œBlack Eyed Dogโ€, the most ghostly, unsettling song Nick Drake ever wrote by an unlit country mile, or indeed if the lyrics to โ€œTow The Lineโ€ didnโ€™t throw down the one-loaded-chamber gambit, โ€œTonight is the night we win or lose all.โ€

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Debate still rages over Drakeโ€™s 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 โ€œExiled From Heavenโ€, identify a highly codified symbolist poetry of the most accomplished kind. Proponents of the former school will find supportive evidence in โ€œTow The Lineโ€ โ€˜s simplistic rhyming schemes, advocates of the latter in its obtuse imagery.

More controversial perhaps is the inclusion of newly arranged versions of โ€œI Was Made To Love Magicโ€ and โ€œTime Of No Replyโ€. Leaving aside for a moment the issue of whether we would do this to, letโ€™s say, Dylan when heโ€™s gone, the posthumous addition of Robert Kirbyโ€™s originally intended string arrangements to a time-stretched backing track bring mixed rewards. โ€œTime Of No Replyโ€ seems entirely in keeping with the artistโ€™s original intentions, whereas โ€œI Was Made To Love Magicโ€ sounds somewhat cloying and superfluous, and leaves you wondering if we havenโ€™t been underrating Clifford T Ward and Colin Blunstone all along.

Much more successful, not to mention myth-demolishing, is the version of โ€œThree Hoursโ€, a carefree studio jam between Drake, โ€œReebopโ€ Kwaakhu Baah on congas, and an anonymous flautist (probably Chris Wood, possibly Harold McNair).

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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.