In which y brawd atones for throwaway phrase Soft Cell and their ilk. For once the Mood labels on allmusic.com are on the money: passionate, provocative, hedonistic, brash, theatrical, sleazy, campy. Beyond the faux glamour and tawdry thrills, however, lie the enduring appeal of perfect synth pop and that voice. In time Marc would learn how to sing. Here the waywardly off-key warble is the grit in a particularly slinky oyster, and nowhere more so than on Say Hello, Wave Goodbye: the swell of keyboards and vocals as we rise into the chorus.... bona fide pop genius.
This year's Marc album, the very fine Varieté, is billed as a swansong. Looking back on the past 30 years, it gives nostalgic perspective to the milieu first explored in N-SEC. Buy it. Pay a visit to Marc's place.
Oddi wrth y brawd
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2 comments:
While I leave the nostalgia trip to the erm..nostalganistas, this track must be hardwired into my neurochemistry; evoking as it does the year I became a teenager..while meta-wanker & arch-simulator David Grey nearly destroyed this song a decade ago, the wounds must have healed as this sounds simply majestic 28 years on...hard to believe the distance between 1954 and 1982 is the same length of time from '82 till now...that more than anything shows that time is not linear, discreet and causal...anyway, I digress....
...a companion piece to this album would be Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing...a fateful collision of MDMA and sonic electronics that took place several years before it went public....and here it is in a 320 CD rip:
http://www.mediafire.com/?h3n8p2fzx4pm4vk
snatched and grabbed a few discs from your blog so its the least I can do.
Cheers SP. Looking forward to this one. (Did you see earlier PTV post - some Marc vocals on that too?)
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