The police pt4 and pt5
Yesterday was Ghost in the Machine… definately my favorite. Good enough, in fact, that I think I need to revisit my top 10 albums of all time. It’s really dark and deep… the recording quality has the great dark airyness about it that is really intense. Opens up with Spirits in the Material World, fantastic… Every Little Thing She Does is Magic is a gorgeous pop song, still a bit melancholy… Invisible Sun, fantastic. A bit of a drop off in quality for the next few tracks, but none so hideous I’d get rid of them. Hungry for You and Demolition Man are pretty throwaway but fit the vibe of the album… Too Much Information musically kind of blows but I like the lyrics… Rehumanize Yourself, much the same, but a bit weaker. One World (Not Three) is a little too strident and certainly points the way to future Sting excesses… but all is forgiven as we head into the final three, Omegaman, Secret Journey and Darkness. I could listen to just those three on repeat forever, as the world crashes around me. Awesome.
Today was Synchronicity, which is probably one of the biggest albums ever. Somehow I made it through while putting a new exercise plan into play courtesy of my trainer… in between the tears of pain and agony, I gave it a listen. It’s certainly good… but the hits were so huge it’s hard not to feel you’ve heard them a few too many times. Sting has the songwriting thing down at this point, top of his game. It’s a shame about Mother… a nod back to the wretched filler tracks of the past, this never should have been on the album. Miss Gradenko is one of my favorite album tracks they’ve done though… and then you’re stomping right into the hits, heavily weighted at the end of the album. Every Breath You Take to King of Pain to Wrapped Around Your Finger. Classic songs, each and every one of them, and really… they’re pretty fucking dark and deep for a hit song. You won’t hear Britney or Avril singing lines like those anytime soon. After being beat over the head by those three, you get Tea in the Sahara, which is breathtakingly beautful, and you end on a bit of a flat note with Murder by Numbers. Oh well.
What have I learned? That the Police were a really, really dark group. Existential lonliness and anxiety pervade most of their songs. No wonder I liked them so much.
Think I’m a bit over-stung at the moment though… going to take the weekend off before delving into the solo stuff.
think i’m going to take the weekend off