The 1980 lineup of the Psychedelic Furs would not last for long
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The next song on the album was the one I’d heard the seven inch edit of earlier. The album version of “Sister Europe” had another minute and a quarter to sprawl luxuriantly. The hypnotic sax by Duncan Kilburn spread like a mist over the slowly churning, heavily treated guitars. The slow-mo motorik beat of Vince Ely kept the song lurching inexorably forward.
The US version had one of two Martin Hannett-produced tracks sequenced next. “Susan’s Strange” would later become the B-side to the early version of “Mr. Jones;” released in advance of their 1981 “Talk Talk Talk” album. Hannett seemed to give the number a Phil Spector aimed rhythmic underpinning with the drums and tambourines awash in reverb. The most distinctive think about the recording, as opposed to the rest of the album as produced by either Steve Lillywhite or Howard Thompson, Ian Taylor and the band, was that vocalist Richard Butler sounded as if he had been miked from across a large room and called upon to project his way into the mike element. The effect served to fill the song with distance that undercut the attractive, circular construction of the verse structure.
While cuts like “Sister Europe” or the intro of “India” were slow and methodically paced, the bulk of the album still had punk energy channeled into its Post-Punk structure. “Fall” was a fast paced, insistent number with rhythmically vamping sax abetted by the unflinching beat of Ely giving vocalist Butler a rock-solid structure upon which to erect his breathlessly recited lyrics. John Ashton’s flanged solo in the middle eight was deliciously nagging and insistent.
“Soap Commercial” appeared here first, as the other Martin Hannett number would not surface in the UK until it was a bonus track on the “Pretty In Pink” UK 12″ single. It set a mid-tempo pace to begin the second side of the album. The next song, “Imitation Of Christ” was the one song here that seemed like an outlier pointing the way forward to the more sophisticated sound of the band’s second album, “Talk Talk Talk.” Right from the complex intro it sounded apart from the more blunt and direct attack of much of the album.
“Pulse” sported the most insistent motorik beat to be found here, but I wonder if the band were not more influenced by the Go-Gos early recording of “We Got the Beat” more than Neu! Again, Butler’s endlessly cascading lyrics burn into the brain like some sort of hypno-rap. The pace ebbed slightly for “Wedding Song” but the intensity of delivery remained high. The beat on this track was more complex than motorik, but no less intense. Once again, Butler had a methodical recitation that matched the delivery of the syllables that he was reciting to the meter of the music for an almost trance-inducing effect. A gambit he used frequently on the album.
Then the album ended with a bang. The lyrics alone to “Flowers” could cock an eyebrow, and once again, their delivery was matched by a relentless music bed that kept the beat brutally simple without wavering. As usual, Kilburn’s sax added the “jazz” to the mix. This was a dark, occasionally murky album; one that dared those interested to see if they could keep up. It was one that picked up the Post-Punk impetus from PiL and moved it two steps closer to something that approached pop music. And if it was pop, it was an uncompromising vision of pop that didn’t seek refuge in comfortable norms. Not with lyrics like “we cut his eyes with razor blades, and out of him comes foul white light.”
One got got the impression that Butler certainly had books full of poetry from his University days kept in check for exactly the time where he made his move in rock music. While he decried much as “stupid” and “useless,” the clichés here were at least of his own construction. Buter’s arid croak remained one of the most impressively unmusical voices I’d ever heard in rock music; and that’s saying a lot!
The elephant in the room…
The other main partner in crime here along with the frontman and his lyrics/delivery was I daresay the amateurish sax of Duncan Kilburn. No one would mistake his competent playing for anything close to David Sanborn, and thank goodness for that! His playing had gotten nods in press I’d read at the time to far too obvious comparisons like Roxy Music’s Andy MacKay, but to these ears, the biggest sax influence is the elephant in the room: Mr. David Bowie. The enthusiastic adequacy of Kilburn’s playing compares very strongly to all of the honking that Bowie had done over the years. Not forgetting his finest sax work having been just a few years earlier on the “Heroes” album; particularly the more abstract playing on side two. Kilburn wisely didn’t go there, but what he did contribute to these ears sounds like nothing less than the sax fills from the “Tin Machine” album.
This album made me a big fan of The Psychedelic Furs. So much so that the week that their sophomore classic “Talk Talk Talk” came out, it was boom! Right in the Record Cell immediately. That time Steve Lillywhite, who produced half of this album, did the full honors and the band expanded their horizons admirable as they began their sashay towards commercial respectability. That they wouldn’t fall off the cliff until their fifth album, speaks well for them, but by that point, all of their peers were busy making like lemmings themselves.
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