This is a really long, weird essay I wrote a few years ago about concept albums & the city of London. Unfortunately, my MOG account has since been deleted, so the discography can’t be as easily sampled.
Also, I should add that there isn’t much of an argument here — this was my first sustained attempt at descriptive music criticism.* Nonetheless, I haven’t seen anything else written on the same topic, so it’s possible someone might find it interesting (I’d challenge you, especially, to find another academic-ish piece which considers the band Madness in an at least semi-serious fashion).
*See especially my heinous overuse of the word “panegyric.”