Become a Certified Commentator today by following this link! Don't say I didn't warn you!! There are several salient reasons why I'm taking the time to correspond. First of all, although I've been paying rather too close attention to Bryan Ferry and Roxy Music for my health over the last two-and-a-half decades, I didn't like the band at first and came later to appreciate their sound compared with wannabes that followed in their sometimes errant footsteps ABC, Spandau Ballet, Oasis et al.
Second, your writing and inspiration are first-rate. Third, you say Selling England by the Pound is one of your favorite albums. Fourth, despite being what you might realistically describe as a fanatic, I do follow several other completely different bands with only slightly less enthusiasm: Nick Cave and Birthday Party, Lou Reed, early Genesis, Gentle Giant, 10CC How Dare You?
In other words, although I can't be completely objective, I do have a day job. Here are a few random observations. Oh dear I just read those last comments How tragic, I've been there, thinking Roxy was absolutely the greatest thing known to man and then putting it on for someone, explaining about how when I finally have my band it's going to be art rock in the Roxy tradition, you know, good dance tunes with a trashy edge and an arty consciousness, and I've received everything from the legendary blank stare of incomprehension to sneers and grimaces accompanied by the exclamation, "What is WITH that voice?
It really disappoints me, obviously, since I love Roxy so very dearly. ALBUMS ROXY MUSIC. Richard C. But this album is only the beginning and they were still trying to be more than they were. No, Roxy Music was never going to be the revolution that Eno hoped it would be but who cares. They had loads of moments that could take your breathe away and to think this really was pop music.
They never once tried to have any pretenses about that. Time has given me an admiration for the work these guys did, lounge lizard music that it was, but the martinis made here were top shelf all the way. A very interesting album, largely because the band was under the control of Eno, but he hadn't yet directed the band into a cold, dark groove yet as on For Your Pleasure and instead was trying every little musical trick he could possibly try. B" and "Ladytron. The second side isn't as consistent, because the songs are either lifeless or ruin a perfectly fine melody by incorporating a weaker melody into the song, like those wannabe-"21st Century Schizoid Man" sections which render "The Bob" unlistenable.
