Ghost In The Machine - The Police

Synchronicity - The Police

The year is 1981. The Police are the biggest, most tempestuous, most furious band - a male marriage of three guys. Who would have thought that a guitar wizard named Andy Summers, a Newcastle english teacher named Gordon Sumner, and the son of an American CIA agent Stewart Copeland would make such a great team. Their gutsy playing, their legendary fights with Sting's mature lyrics, the Police were an unstoppable team. Synchronicity flung them right to the top of their field. Starting with 'Synchronicity I', a perfect blend of pacy tune and punchy lyrics, loud and raucous melody, it leads straight into 'Walking In Your Footsteps' which starts off soft ...

Synchronicity - The Police

The year is 1981. The Police are the biggest, most tempestuous, most furious band - a male marriage of three guys. Who would have thought that a guitar wizard named Andy Summers, a Newcastle english teacher named Gordon Sumner, and the son of an American CIA agent Stewart Copeland would make such a great team. Their gutsy playing, their legendary fights with Sting's mature lyrics, the Police were an unstoppable team. Synchronicity flung them right to the top of their field. Starting with 'Synchronicity I', a perfect blend of pacy tune and punchy lyrics, loud and raucous melody, it leads straight into 'Walking In Your Footsteps' which starts off soft ...

Synchronicity - The Police

tune but only made it to no. 17 in the UK charts. It's another feast of technical and rhythmical excellence. Not too much guitar wither showing how varied The Police could be. Wrapped around your Finger got to no. 3 in the UK charts, another sing-along demonstrating an intelligent drum, beat and use of sparse but effective synths. A delayed guitar effect and plenty of reverb come through clearly on the next track. Very chilled out and suitable for background music when wining and dining your loved one. This brings me to Murder by Numbers and the album's conclusion. A mixture of jazz and pop it's a strange end to a superb 45 minutes of listening time. ...

Synchronicity - The Police

tune but only made it to no. 17 in the UK charts. It's another feast of technical and rhythmical excellence. Not too much guitar wither showing how varied The Police could be. Wrapped around your Finger got to no. 3 in the UK charts, another sing-along demonstrating an intelligent drum, beat and use of sparse but effective synths. A delayed guitar effect and plenty of reverb come through clearly on the next track. Very chilled out and suitable for background music when wining and dining your loved one. This brings me to Murder by Numbers and the album's conclusion. A mixture of jazz and pop it's a strange end to a superb 45 minutes of listening time. ...

Outlandos D'amour - The Police

It's 1979, my clothes aren't lairy but it's a close run thing. I'm rushing to The record shop before it closes to buy the debut album of a new group called Police. The lead singer's a bit of alright, especially with his short blonde hair and army keks, and I think I'm falling in love again. I buy the record. It's fate. There's a track called "Be My Girl Sally". This is too much. I run all the way home and slap the LP on the turntable, drop the arm on MY track and settle back to wallow in self-indulgent delciousness. It kicks off with a good beat. "Will ya be my girl, will ya be my girl, will ya be my, be my, be my ...

Outlandos D'amour - The Police

It's 1979, my clothes aren't lairy but it's a close run thing. I'm rushing to The record shop before it closes to buy the debut album of a new group called Police. The lead singer's a bit of alright, especially with his short blonde hair and army keks, and I think I'm falling in love again. I buy the record. It's fate. There's a track called "Be My Girl Sally". This is too much. I run all the way home and slap the LP on the turntable, drop the arm on MY track and settle back to wallow in self-indulgent delciousness. It kicks off with a good beat. "Will ya be my girl, will ya be my girl, will ya be my, be my, be my ...