Reason #350 Why The ’80’s Didn’t Suck: Seventh Dream Of Teenage Heaven

love and rocketsBy 1985 I was totally absorbed in “the New Wave” music, and before you say it I know that sounds horribly uncool. But way back then, when I popped a c-90 Maxell that had Gang Of Four, Yello, Bauhaus, Sex Pistols, Clash, Cramps, Pet Shop Boys, Yaz, Depeche Mode, the Stranglers and Ministry within the magnetic strips, well, people took notice. Now most of these bands seem almost quaint and most will be familiar with all of the above in one form or another.

On many, many mix tapes I made back then was a song that went with anything I chose to pair it with: Go, by Tones On Tail, a fun Goth-Glam stomper written by Daniel Ash and some other guy. I came to TOT by way of Bauhaus, and I came to Love and Rockets by way of Tones On Tail.

Love and Rockets was basically Bauhaus without Peter Murphy, more danceable and less miserable. Daniel Ash and David J shared the vocal and songwriting duties, and when Seventh Dream was released there was nothing else like it on the radio, or in the clubs. This was BIG music, psychedelic and weird and very danceable.

SDOTH sounds the most “’80’s” out of all their albums, although enough time has passed to make it sound more quaint and nostalgic than dated. It also is the album that contains one of the most beautiful songs of the decade in Saudade, an absolutely gorgeous acoustic number that stood out so much more in this age of electronics. If There’s A Heaven Above, The Dog-End Of A Day Gone By and the epic Haunted When The Minutes Drag (nearly as long as Bela Lagosi’s Dead, a real oddity around this time) are the remaining stand outs here, and while there may be some filler like The Game, it doesn’t spoil the overall excellence of this debut album by one of the most underrated bands of the decade.

Oh, also, some of you may have noticed I left out Ball Of Confusion. The reason being in Canada it didn’t appear here. It appeared first on 12″, then on the CD copies of Express.

“Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith.”

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