Here am I with my comment on the new Stranger Comes to Town.
I have been listening at it many many times, now.
I certainly maintain that For Sale. Baby Shoes. Never Worn and Take The Men And The Horses Away are good songs, I definitly enjoy them.
But I don’t adhere to this album. It’s as simple as that. It’s not that I find it’s not good, who am I to judge Steve Harley’s work ?
No, this album is just not my cup of tea.
So I tried to undersand why ; because, after all, I took it for granted that no matter Steve Harley would produce would please my ears and my brain. So I should have loved it.
And I found …
This album is too serious for me.
It lacks of this absolute fantasy that captured me in his previous productions.
The craziness of a Mirror Freaks, the over bombastic Sebastian, the obsessional rythm of a Hideaway, the tragic of a Back To The Farm, the happiness of a Best Years, the humour of a Finally A Card Game, the theatrical of a Bed In The Corner, the frenzy of a Sling It, the overplayed Bed In The Corner, the desperate of a Riding the Waves, the hypersensitive to tears of a Tumbling Down, the extravaganza of a Ritz, and more, more …
As I am writing that, I realize I not only miss the fantasy but also the excess he can be able of : his songs were always « over », « hyper ».
I can hear your roars … I know : he has matured, he gives priority to the words (I asked myself this question during the chat and that is what he answered).
Because of the reasons you now know, the lyrics are not what hits me at first in a song. His lyrics were probably as important years ago as they are today for him but my english at this time was even worst than now so it has to be something else than the lyrics that have captured me so much and for so many years.
It has to be something else that fascinated me at this point.
It has to be something else that made me walk miles to get all these albums wherever they could be found (as SH was in very short supply in France).
And I think this « something else » was his excesses and his musical fantasy. That’s two things I don’t recognize in Stranger Comes to Town today.
I will still listen to it with pleasure, for sure, but without trance.
Now, I am bravely ready to be banish from here