Strange Times (The Moody Blues Album)
Strange Times is the sixteenth album by the rock band The Moody Blues, released in 1999. By this time it suited the band to release a very airy and generally more minimal-sounding album, with a slower pace. The sound features acoustic guitar, slightly processed electric guitar, light organ, flute, and string arrangements. The exception may be the opening track "English Sunset", which is arguably one of the fastest, most emotionally-charged, and synthesiser-laden Moody Blues' songs ever recorded. This was the last Moody Blues album to feature longtime flautist and vocalist Ray Thomas.
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