Manifesto doesn’t get all the loving that some other Roxy Music albums get. They can’t all be Avalon, of course (not for lack of trying, though.) But it’s hard to find a group more consistently super than Roxy Music managed to be throughout their relatively short existence. In ten years they never made a dud. Bryan Ferry’s solo output has occasionally drooped a little, but he’s never fallen on his face either, for which I commend him. So being slightly less classic in a pantheon of classics isn’t a terrible thing, and there’s plenty to be discovered among the deep cuts. Manifesto boasted a couple of impeccable singles that heralded the group’s new direction, alongside some weirder tracks that harked back to early days. This one falls somewhere in between. It’s not a super substantial song, but it has atmosphere and romance.