Vinyl Tap: The Psychedelic Furs - Talk Talk Talk

I get a new turntable and dust off some old records. Vinyl Tap #55:

There's conversation
And conversation
Talk about yourself again
Talk about the rain again
Another lie for you
Another point of view
How can you believe in them?
Don't believe in anything...
--"No Tears"

This isn’t your mother’s Psychedelic Furs. But isn’t it pretty to think that the snarling and scabrous “Pretty in Pink” — about a perennial wallflower who “lives in the place in the side of our lives where nothing is ever put straight” — could be toned down and turned into a title hit relatively tame enough to nearly evoke crinoline and curtsies conceivably befitting the 1986 John Hughes/Molly Ringwald movie it fronted?

Then again, as we are reminded in the no-bones “Into You Like a Train,” “I don't wanna … celebrate your prettiness…”

Insidiously snarling, all bile and bite, the Psychedelic Furs Talk Talk Talk is a raw and rough-edged masterwork produced by Steve Lillywhite to elicit — to most select effect — Richard Butler’s vocal rasp and the instrumental rev and overdrive of John Ashton and Roger Morris (Guitars), Duncan Kilburn (Horns, Keyboards), Tim Butler (Bass), and Vince Ely (Drums, Percussion).

Actually, “Pretty in Pink,” with a titular subject who engages in crazy-endearing antics and “loses herself in her dreaming and sleep,” has a bittersweet savor amongst its lilting raucousness. But it also establishes for Talk Talk Talk a complex pattern — even mixed signals at times --  between it’s hard-edged stuff and its… well - slightly less hard-edged songs, which includes its languid and melodic Roxy Music-styled “She is Mine,” and “No Tears,” which is REM tinged, of the Byrdsian jangly variety, to assure us to not “believe in anything / no colours, no tears...”

Beyond the melancholic murmur — the "Balk Balk Balk," if you will -- the Furs are on solid, yet even more cynical and non-romantic ground on the rest of the album, when the punk rock roots of the group comes through more loudly and clearly, and anger becomes power with propulsive and pounding manic thrills. The relentlessly-charging standout “Into You Like a Train,” for instance, races with downhill runaway force, after starting with a mission statement from the depths of a mocking, dark heart, before intensifying the course.

Article Author: Gordon Hauptfleisch

Gordon Hauptfleisch is a Blogcritics Books Editor, freelance writer, and book reviewer for the San Diego Union Tribune. For many years he worked in and managed bookstores and record stores. Email him and he'll stop talking in the third-person.
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