Soft Cell’s best Album – The Art of Falling Apart – is getting the spruce up it richly deserves by being reissued in multiple formats including a diamanté toaster, a deformed cuddly toy and word has it that the platter will be added to the periodic table when they have the next round of PT voting in Svalbard in the new year.
The album has a self-effacing title but the songs are strong and confident. Still sleazy, but less of the slap and tickle with a wink to the postman (?). The title track, Baby Doll, Loving You Hating Me and Where the Heart is are all top-drawer Soft Cell songs.
However the gold in them thar hills is the material you found on the 12 inches (missus, ooh I say! And so on). Martin – a quite literally diabolical song in the sense that the Devil is lurking in there, messing with poor old Mart. It’s a Mugs Game is another wonderful nugget – a teenager having an extremely angry and amusingly inarticulate rant about his lot in life. As a broody teenager at the time I very much related to the, erm, energy. And also a very brilliant » Continue Reading.
