Mit der Ausnahme von „Remain In Light“, das in einer gesonderten Besprechung bei Pitchfork zu finden ist, hat die Internetseite heute die im folgenden gelisteten Alben der Band Revue passieren lassen. Keine Vollständigkeit beabsichtigt. Ich habe die chronologische Abfolge berücksichtigt. Meine Liebe zu den ersten vier Alben der Gruppe hat nie nachgelassen. Und der Konzertfilm von Jonathan Demme ist immer noch unglaublich gut. Mein Rating zuerst, dann die Herren von der „Tongabel“. Von den Manas könnte unser Mann aus Pittsburgh noch nachlegen. Sonst hat eher keiner die Band aus New York annähernd so intensiv verfolgt, glaube ich. Ich irre mich hoffentlich. (Die ratings von Ingo, Uli und Jan wurden nachgetragen.)
(m.e.)
Talking Heads: Talking Heads 77 (8.8 / 8.6 / 9 / 8 / 8)
Talking Heads: More Songs About … (10.0 / 8.8 / 10 / 9 / 9)
Talking Heads: Fear of Music (9.8 / 10.0 / 10 / 10 / 10)
Talking Heads: Remain in Light (10.0 / 10.0 / 10 / 10 / 9)
Talking Heads: Speaking in Tongues (8.0 / 8.5 / 8 / 8 / 9)
Talking Heads: Little Creatures (7.6 / 8.0 / 9 / 8 / 8)
This is a photo shot in my electric cinema. I’ve been listening (some might recognize fragments of the cover) to the Eno-produced MORE SONGS ABOUT BUILDINGS AND FOOD from the salad days of the TALKING HEADS, some fucking moons ago, and this, dear Ian from Glasgow, was a life-changer. A „lifer“ like few others. This record is anti-matter and remedy at the same time. Gimme hard times, I turn it on, LOUD, gimme happy times, and I turn it in on, LOUD, gimme happy-sad times, and I turn it on, LOUD. I was listening to it on a cheap cassette recorder when it came out, and I‘m listening to it on a surround-mix today. This record kills me, and makes my life new, every time I listen to it. This is what I call magic. I believe in white magic. I‘m a pagean. When I was a teenager T Rex‘s ELECTRIC WARRIOR has had a similar effect on me. Multiple effects. Stay hungry. Plan is: in my very last radio show, I will play music from this album, at the very end, and call it a day, a night, an epiphany. I know what an epiphany is. Even pageans can know that. And, by the way, dear readers, these lines are an exercise in understatement. (m.e.)