Along with The Cure, Depeche Mode and David Sylvian The Psychedelic Furs are one of the few bands that I have listened to constantly ever since I first heard them in the late 80′s. This is my favourite album of theirs, despite it not being their “coolest” work (“Talk, Talk, Talk” takes that accolade, in my opinion) but it’s so darn listenable, great pop hooks and glistening rock all topped off with Richard Butler’s gravelly, sneering voice. I just love it.
There is a lot of saxophone on this album, which means that I shouldn’t like it at all, considering my pathological hatred of that infernal instrument, but somehow I’ve never minded it. In fact, the sax-noise was one of the highlights when I finally got to see them live when they reformed in 2005/06. Hopefully it will still be as great when I see them in July, in Bristol.