Despite its rather cheeky title, Greatest Hits 1977-1990 is a good place to sample the entire Stranglers output. From the squalor of the late-'70s material, to the smoothed-out gloom pop of songs like "Skin Deep" and other mid- to late-'80s neo-goth rock, this is a solid anthology that values substance over style and exhaustive track selection. For sure, a well-edited Stranglers anthology is the only way to enjoy them; they recorded way too much dross to spend time searching out all of their plentiful, marginal records.
A Bachrach/David cover by this British pub-rock > new wave band. I wish the vocals were better, but their extended instrumental jam shreds. Has a sort of psych sound to me. Notice how "broken in two" isn't enough. This guy's got to be "broken in pieces". On second thought, I do hand it to him. The liner notes, here, quote an unknown pundit as saying, "They're too old to be punks, too out...
I saw mention of the Stranglers in a recent Crash post and it made me think of this song. A lot of the techno-y songs from the eighties were total crap, but this one is golden. There was this roving nightclub in Austin sometime around '84-'85, and this, my dear mogsters, was a crucial part of the soundtrack of the proto-rave-feel-good experience AKA Club Iguana.
A Bachrach/David cover by this British pub-rock > new wave band. I wish the vocals were better, but their extended instrumental jam shreds. Has a sort of psych sound to me. Notice how "broken in two" isn't enough. This guy's got to be "broken in pieces". On second thought, I do hand it to him. The liner notes, here, quote an unknown pundit as saying, "They're too old to be punks, too out...
And change it did. Another 1977 release, this time from the new wave/punk band The Stranglers.Not as popular as some of their peers, they are still cited as an influential band by many music makers. Still touring as well.
I saw mention of the Stranglers in a recent Crash post and it made me think of this song. A lot of the techno-y songs from the eighties were total crap, but this one is golden. There was this roving nightclub in Austin sometime around '84-'85, and this, my dear mogsters, was a crucial part of the soundtrack of the proto-rave-feel-good experience AKA Club Iguana.