...conceived in the height of 'rollermania' slik came on like the bay city ones elder, more intelligent siblings with their rehashed roller numbers, this was grandiose rollerism, a more eloquent reading of teen dramas than the bcr could ever manage in a million years...glam beats underpin the cathedral expansive nothingness that is their trademark early on (at least on the hit singles) whereas later they grab some early mainstream disco thud to try to propel their tuneage...some funky licks crop up to give the pop rock a certain grittiness, an urban ricochet rebounding across the stereo landscape... ...not all the tracks make it, some are just too boring to even make a non-impression, they are just not there, but there is surprisingly more substance (on a purely manufactured way) on this 22 track enterprise than would have been thought possible, and it is not in any way shape or form an ironic listen, this is straight up grand scale pop on a budget cloaked in a glam sheen shining in a sea of mediocrity...benefits from being played at a high volume for maximum impact...
...welcome beatnix, welcome hippies too, all are welcome...welcome the cafe hooligan shouting mad poetry on a tuesday afternoon after 3 expressos liberally plied and supplemented with cheap brandy, a hydro reefer and 4 donuts...welcome the layabout who wanders from pad to pad, scarfing free food and enjoying a bonged session with some good hash, welcome to all right thinking cats who know the deal and don't squeal...welcome to you all...
N also benefits from having a squeaky young Midge Ure son to be of Ultravox, Band Aid etc on vox.
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was trying to avoid the ure word but now you mention it...
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