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This Is Easy: The Best of Marshall Crenshaw

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This Is Easy: The Best of Marshall Crenshaw

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Marshall Crenshaw

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In the early part of the ’80s, when the mainstream was epitomized by the mullet headed mall rock of Journey, the Detroit raised, New York based Marshall Crenshaw made at least four albums that turned back the clock in the best way. The first two — 1982’s ”Marshall Crenshaw” and the following year’s ”Field Day” — felt like joyful leftovers from some mythical precounterculture ’60s.

Each boasted two LP sides of nonstop, lodge in your brain roustabouts that nodded to the British Invasion and ’50s rock, yet, thanks to the contemporary flair of his lyrics, avoided the retro veneer of another period act, the Stray Cats. It seemed perfectly natural for Crenshaw to portray his spiritual and physical forefather, Buddy Holly, in the 1987 film ”La Bamba.”

Big things were expected of Crenshaw, artistically and commercially. Instead, he became bedeviled by writer’s block, a paucity of hits, and increasingly strained relations with record companies. And as music videos were becoming essential for stardom, Crenshaw’s lack of visual dynamism — he could appear downright lackadaisical on stage — was also a hindrance.

By the ’90s, he had earned enough industry respect to see his songs covered by everyone from Bette Midler to Kelly Willis, and he had his first major hit when he cowrote the Gin Blossoms’ ”Til I Hear It From You.” But with each passing year and every new album, Crenshaw became more of a cult figure, leaving executives, fans, and critics alike frustrated that he never generated much public excitement beyond the ’82 semi hit ”Someday, Someway.”

In light of his history, there’s more than a touch of bittersweet irony in the title of Crenshaw’s first ever anthology, ”This Is Easy.” Still, this welcome and overdue compilation makes the best of a sad situation. The tracks off his first two albums — from the skiffle skip of ”There She Goes Again” and the spirited melancholy of ”Mary Anne” to the walls of hooky sound ”Whenever You’re on My Mind” and ”Our Town,” not to mention his first single, the 1981 crackerjack ”Something’s Gonna Happen” — sound as invigorating as ever.

Imagine that: guitar pop imbued with joy and song craft. The winsome yearn of Crenshaw’s voice has always had its limitations, but that was instrumental to his appeal: He looked and sounded more like a fan than an angst ridden rock star. (Incidentally, Rhino is also reissuing an expanded version of ”Marshall Crenshaw,” which tacks on nine bonus cuts — live tracks and demos — that will enthrall mostly the devout.)

Heard now, when rhythm more than melody dominates pop songwriting, ”This Is Easy” sounds strangely quaint. Like Nirvana’s ”Nevermind,” it marks the culmination of an era, rather than the new beginning many of us first thought. The very notion that Crenshaw’s compact verse chorus sparklers had a shot at mass success seems quainter still. You may well scratch your head in frustration, too, but don’t be surprised to find yourself humming along at the same time. A-