250 Albums- An Arbitrary Rumble Through My Record Collection # 103 Japan - Tin Drum

                                            

                                                        'Red army calls you..... home....'

                                        'They're singing. Marching through the fields'

I've got nothing to do today. But err, smile. And listen to Tin Drum by Japan it seems.. It 's just gone half past nine and I'm already on my third spin and it's not wearing on me yet. Like a great film or book  'I never knew there was so much in it.'  ' Now we're too late.... for heaven'

They're a tight unit, Japan  just as tightly oiled as Thin Lizzy or any hard rock combo you might care to mention. Even though they might appear slightly delicate behind the finely applied make up and coiffured fringes . These boys walked the mean streets of Catford . Then got into Roxy and Bowie, joined the Long March and honed their chopstick skills. They're no cissies..

When Tin Drum came out and I bought it, I was in the fifth year at Secondary School. I went in late quite a bit quite a bit that year . The truant officers were past caring. I used to walk up Richmond Hill in the mornings and watch the squirrels frolicking opposite The Rodean Pub above Petersham Meadows . The grassy dreamlands of Richmond Park. 

Then I'd descend towards Grey Court and my O Levels. I was the son of pioneers. Pushing through these burning towns. Life ahead of me. The wind in my sails. OK. Time for another record. Onward  to my half eleven.