Thirty odd years ago it shone, and was a near perfect piece of vinyl as you
were likely to find. All this time later, and I listen to this more than any of the supposed classic albums. It still
sounds as fresh and as unique and as ethereal as it did the first time I heard
it.
The reason for that is it's completeness. Not a sound out of place, not a
note too many or too few, and Mick Karn's incredibly fluid bass guitar was an almost-unique sound (only Level 42 and Stanley Clarke were using the bass in a similar way) Every track is a gem, no filler here, and it
also acts as homage to a golden era in electronic music. It stands at a crossroads;
analogue synths were the best they would ever be in terms of sounds and digital
synths were only a year or so away. Many would agree that the sounds an old
Prophet 5 or Oberheim could make after a fair bit of knob twiddling was far more
ear pleasing than even synths available today. Hence why these machines fetch
such good money nowadays.
Gentlemen Take Polaroids
Swing
My New Career
Nightporter
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