I remember listening to this album on my father’s Marantz stereo receiver in 1983. I found the whole album so futuristic (and also quite romantic) and one could argue that it was ahead of its time. Here is Cloudburst at Shingle Street from Thomas Dolby. Doesn’t really get more ‘80s than this, folks.
Time for some pure, unadulterated ’80s music. New Order can always deliver the likes of that. Here’s Temptation from 1981.
So you know how I’ve posted other songs saying it doesn’t get gayer than this? Well, I was wrong. This is the song that doesn’t get gayer than this.
If you’ve never heard Sex Dwarf by Soft Cell before then here you go.
Today’s SOTD could easily be mistaken for Depeche Mode. Here’s Love is a Shield from 1989. This is from German synth-pop trio, Camouflage.
How have I come this far without any Pet Shop Boys? Blasphemy. Here’s Paninaro 95, the 2003 remastered version. Doesn’t get gayer than this, boys and girls.
Find yourself hankering over some sweet, clean synthesizers straight from the ‘80s but actually from the ‘90s? Portland, Oregon act Glass Candy can deliver that in spades. Here they are with Life After Sundown. Your ears will feel like they’ve been rinsed out with sparkling water and strobe lights after you give this one a listen.
So it’s been feeling like 47 degrees Celsius these days. Here’s a loud, brassy ’80s summer song if ever I heard one. It also feels quite personal. Here’s Book of Love and Boy.
Tom Petty is always appropriate for those days (or weeks) where you feel introspective and infallibly human.
Here’s Learning to Fly. Yup. That sounds about right.
Time for some more REM. I used to listen to this one on repeat in my younger years when I was sad and needed to get by. Here’s I Believe from 1986.
Who better to usher in the angst of the ‘80s than UK poet and dark/new wave pioneer, Anne Clark. Here she is with Sleeper in Metropolis. If this isn’t a time-sound machine direct to 1983, I don’t know what is.
On a personal note, today marks 1.5 years of sobriety. I can now say years, plural. Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.