BookishBoy
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What are our thoughts on this song? 1988 feels like a lifetime ago now, but as the opening track on the first solo album it still sounds amazing to me...
That sound is an important part of its strong appeal to me! I guess it depends on your personal preferences and listening habits.Love the lyrics to this one, but the overall sound quality is pretty bad on every recording I know, unintentionally shrill and distorted, and it keeps me from listening to it more often, or even enjoy the song, which simply is not possible that way.
This "industrial" sound does not work well together with the lyrics, I think, and I love me some good noisy and industrial tunes once in awhile. THis has nothing to do with my preferences or listening habits.That sound is an important part of its strong appeal to me! I guess it depends on your personal preferences and listening habits.
For me the sound is a key factor in the storytelling of the song. Imagine the same lyrics being sung to a softer tune - wouldn't that change the message?This "industrial" sound does not work well together with the lyrics, I think, and I love me some good noisy and industrial tunes once in awhile. THis has nothing to do with my preferences or listening habits.
I don't like the rattling and shrill sound quality.For me the sound is a key factor in the storytelling of the song. Imagine the same lyrics being sung to a softer tune - wouldn't that change the message?
Yes.Do I remember hearing somewhere Stephen Street saying the bassline had a bit of "White Lines" in it? (It definitely does.)
Sex is never glamorous in his lyrics, is it? It's always in some dark alley behind a railway station, on the ((p)leather) backseat of a car, on a beach (but not the glamorous kind), on the streets or in the bushes, amid concrete and clay, stock-yard, church yard, your mammy's backyard etc...I like how unglamorous a forecourt, tent & desk is. Also how filthy he manages to make tent-flap sound. And how aggrieved he is about it.
Sex is never glamorous in his lyrics, is it? It's always in some dark alley behind a railway station, on the ((p)leather) backseat of a car, on a beach (but not the glamorous kind), on the streets or in the bushes, amid concrete and clay, stock-yard, church yard, your mammy's backyard etc...