Title: Fantastic racket, but how did that horn get in there?
Review: This was the Furs' shining moment, when they cranked out screaming guitar commotion so dense it sounds like the tracks are falling on top of one another. Especially "Into You Like a Train", the all-time best anti-love love song. The vocals fit in perfectly, a sort of a relaxed Johnny Rotten effect that expressed perfect sardonic disdain. After this album, Todd Rundgren got ahold of them and started putting weird stuff like marimbas into the mix...but at least he got rid of the sax. The sax on this album is terrible--pointless noodling-around solos and a tone that sounds like a sick, but hesitant, goose. If only they could remix this album to wipe out the sax, it would be a 5-star product!
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