During my punk rock/new wave years you would have heard my snorts of lofty anarcho-syndicalist derision from a mile away when someone mentioned this album. They were forever my anti-band, the one band I pulled out to show what cocaine can do to rock music. However, I didn’t realise at the time, but one day I would be a 45-year-old, hi-fi owning bore, who enjoys, and uses the phrase; high production values. I am pretty sure my 17 year-old self would have wanted to kick my 45 year-old self in the face for admitting this. My 45 year-old self wants to apologise to my 17 year-old self, sorry mate, but it is a good album.
With all that was going on with the band at the time, divorce, coke, separation, affairs, coke, disagreements, coke and musical differences, this album should have been a mess. But it seemed to galvanise them, and the breakdown in their relationships inspired some of the greatest lyrics on the album.
Micro review; Seeing that we now live in a world (well the BBC do) where punk has become the norm, liking this album feels almost like a radical act.
Best track; Dreams