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Here's one from the '"Nostalgia for invented pasts" file. Or is it the "Andy Summers dancing in spandex while floating in space" file? I remember these guys had a pretty snazzy sci-fi glam stage schtick a few years back, and I was all over this tune. Still am, though I wonder if the outro vamp is a bit of a let-down from that creamy solo. And now I have disgusted myself.
More love for Bill Nelson, going back to his "I'm not Bowie, and I'm only sort of a guitar hero" days in Be Bop Deluxe. I try not to devote too many posts to one artist, but this musical crush keeps holding strong.
Roxy Music is one of my favorite band names. It oozes style and sass, with some artsy distance to boot. The Music For Pleasure album is worthy of their name. Eno's sound adventures and Ferry's glammy crooning were becoming totally incompatible, but somehow the record is magnified by the tension. Here's a direction they didn't explore nearly enough—a sinister, almost Cannish groove, shuffling along as dark sexy phantoms circle around it.