9th December 2015 £5.00. Popolos. Newcastle Quayside.
I now have all the first four Psychedelic Furs despite not being particularly crazy about them. Why is that? Perhaps it's some misguided completist nostalgia thing. Perceived wisdom says that this is their best record though listening to it now, I'd probably plump for the first. It does have its moments, though it has to be said, I still can't abide Pretty in Pink. As we wind to the end of the album it becomes more loveable so perhaps I'd better reserve judgement. I'll give you the last two tracks which are both excellent and our old friend Robert Christgau's, (he loved the band), review of the record. I also got a poster of the album cover within the sleeve which I'll somehow resist blu-tacking on the wall of my flat.
'Talk Talk Talk [Columbia, 1981]
Don't let Richard Butler's heartfelt snarl and Vince Ely's pounding pulse stun you into thinking that this merely recapitulates a great formula. It's richer melodically, texturally, and emotionally: Butler's '70s-'60s mind games have evolved into the bitter double nostalgia of a reluctant romantic who half-believed in 1967 and then half-believed again in 1976. And if commitment gives him problems, at least he's passionate about sex. I loved the first Furs album because it seemed so disposable; I love this one because it doesn't. A'
Don't let Richard Butler's heartfelt snarl and Vince Ely's pounding pulse stun you into thinking that this merely recapitulates a great formula. It's richer melodically, texturally, and emotionally: Butler's '70s-'60s mind games have evolved into the bitter double nostalgia of a reluctant romantic who half-believed in 1967 and then half-believed again in 1976. And if commitment gives him problems, at least he's passionate about sex. I loved the first Furs album because it seemed so disposable; I love this one because it doesn't. A'
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