Some groups that sprang to prominence in the late '70s and '80s, and who continue to make amazing music, keep their cool cachet. They're not known by the mainstream as much as your Rolling Stones and the like. And their music is so exotic and gorgeous and weird that it sounds fresh today.
For instance, you've got the Cure. I have two personal favorite songs by them I will share today, but they are not my songs of the day. Bear with me.
"Plainsong", from the album "Disintegration." Nothing short of epic.
And then a song called "The Exploding Boy"--is that an oboe I hear?--from a B-side compilation.
Then you've got Siouxsie and the Banshees—so indie and chic. I'm a particular fan of a song called "Dazzle," which is full of lavish, dripping-gold imagery.
I mean, come on. Listen to those words. "Skating bullets on angel dust in the dead sea of fluid mercury/baby piano cries, under your heavy index and thumb/pull some strings/let them sing."
But not everyone, even among my old-school alternative goth-tinged friends and kin, knows about an early group called The Glove. It features Steve Severin of Siouxsie an the Banshees, plus Robert Smith, but no Siouxsie. Instead, the lead singer is an able songstress named Jeanette Landray.
Their entire album, Blue Sunshine, is remarkable. The title comes from a horror film about this type of LSD that a bunch of people dropped and then 10 years later they went nuts. But that's neither here nor there. The sound is layered and cool and other-wordly.
Here is "Like an Animal" by The Glove. And if you drop their name or, even better, play them at a shindig of music aficionados, you will be THE COOLEST PERSON AT THE PARTY.
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