Paul Buchanan and The Blue Nile: A Retrospective

I first discovered The Blue Nile by accident. I had wandered into a vinyl store in the backstreets of Manhattan, looking for nothing in particular. In a dusty bin buried in a dark corner of the store (where no one had seemingly been in years), I saw a conspicuous-looking vinyl leaning against the back of a milk crate. The cover featured three men standing on the street, staring into some abandoned space…