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summary : 80s aor pop radio rock.<\/p>\n
one of the worst genres i ever hated, that has somehow made a comeback via the ‘yacht rock’ tag.<\/p>\n
well, this is a whole album of it.<\/p>\n
not the mellow sunset grooves, but the hair rock, gated drums, synth-n-guitars chorus heavy, mtv friendly, feel-good movie closing credits side of the fence.<\/p>\n
with so many reasons to hate this album how is it i succumbed to its’ charms?<\/p>\n
whatever the reason, (basically the huge ear hugging tunes to be honest), i am very glad i did.<\/p>\n
yes, the cover is like a bargain bin revision of an old alvin stardust<\/strong> cover; among the 80s stadium rock excess, the billy idol<\/strong>\u00c2\u00a0guitars and snarls, there is even a dreadful (but still rather wonderful) cod-reggae track ‘cruel world<\/span>‘, with massively echo’d drums, and cheesy 80s excess to give you that feeling that you have heard this all before.<\/p>\n the end result of all this carefully studied genre love is a massively enjoyable 40 minute album, aka the perfect album length, of glam’d up pop\/rock brilliance.<\/p>\n
\nyes, it’s clear that if you dig around, the main protagonist here i.e. wyatt himself, is a very knowledgeable man who knows exactly what he is doing; but so what.<\/p>\n