As a rule, I always listen to albums only on a Saturday night, so the perfect atmosphere is set to be faithful to what the artist is trying to say.
The one exception I have to this rule is the 1991 Simple Minds album Real Life.
Real Life was the first Simple Minds album I really got into, and I had only previously discovered Talk Talk, New Order and Pet Shop Boys. It was my older brother’s cassette which he had lost when burglars broke into his car, and the replacement cassette cost him nearly £2 more (quite a difference when the value of the pound at the time is taken into account).
Anyway, I can remember him driving with me in south Wales in 1995, where there was hardly any traffic on the roads on Easter Sunday. I don’t recommend driving whilst listening to music, but Real Life fitted the moment perfectly. If there were only album I would want to hear performed live from start to finish, it would be Real Life. In a dark, navy setting, about 5000 guests, with Jim introducing it in as many words “If you guys want to listen, then I’ve something to say...”.
It is now the only album I listen to at any other time than Saturday night. Try listening to it at 7pm on Easter Sunday, as the sun goes down When Two World’s Collide.