Title: there's a band playin' on the radio
Product review: I never understood why the critics hated this so. Sure, the glam posturing is fading, and the remakes of 8 Miles High and the Midnight Hour are campy. But Ferry's unique crooning and songcraft are starting to supplant the fashionista gimmicks of Roxy's 70's art-rock schtick with work that sticks in your head because of its beauty and content, not its image. Oh Yeah is a beautiful, wistful song of lost love that that doesn't sound dated after 24 years. My Only Love is heartache in melody, and Flesh + Blood is still hard to figure out but impossible to resist. Running Wild is a melodic musing on self-destruction, and if you've seen someone else crash-and-burn, it becomes all the more interesting. Overall, this album is better than its precursor Manifesto, and a great prelude to the classic, unforgettable Avalon. Buy it, put on your pyjamaramas,play it in a dark room with a good bottle of wine, and let it wash over you. Then see what's in your Dreamhome...
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