Battersea: ’78 Sunset Strip!

Gary Kent catches up with photographer Alan Perry   It’s the summer of 1978. The Stranglers are finding it increasingly tricky to get a gig in the capital: tussles with London’s governing body - the Greater London Council – mean plans for a Hyde Park concert are properly scuppered. Ads suddenly pop up in the press of an open-air gig in south London’s Battersea Park - and on Saturday 16th September 1978 - The Stranglers headline the day-long bash. Months earlier, third LP Black And White is out and seen by many as a key album in the post-punk fallout, and the Battersea gig is a unique chance to catch those tracks played live for the first time. Despite the promotion, the planning and tickets gripped firmly in the hands of kids like me, the proverbial plug can still get pulled right up until the 11th hour. Such is the muscle of the GLC. Of course, with The Stranglers being The Stranglers, there’s never a chance of any kow-towing to authorities on the day: during Nice ‘n’ Sleazy, two fingers are raised firmly towards the neighbouring County Hall as a garter-clad pack of girls flaunt their stuff onstage and strip to next to nothing for the keyed up Battersea throng. For those who aren’t here – this fifteen year old kid is gazing up from close quarters down the front – it cannot be impressed enough just how outrageous this act really was! But somewhere ahead of me within the security cordon, is photographer Alan Perry, armed with his own SLR, to use a line from Tank. Today, Alan is still snapping bands at concerts and I took the chance to find out his take on one of The Stranglers most infamous concerts from thirty-three years ago.

‘I was very surprised when the strippers came on right in front of me! There was definitely a bit of camera shake and several blurred photos! But then again, a lot of the ones I took of Hugh were blurred, only because he just didn't stop moving.’ The then 23 year old Alan had caught many of the punk bands of the day in his lens, including the Sex Pistols, The Clash, The Adverts, Sham 69, The Damned and The Ramones.   ‘I’d photographed loads of bands - The Who, The Jam, Genesis, Pink Floyd, David Bowie, Status Quo, Abba, and so on. But I picked up on The Stranglers when No More Heroes came out. I have all of their sixteen studio albums and my favourite Stranglers track has to be Down In The Sewer. But I remember Battersea being a nice warm, sunny day - obvious if you’ve seen the photos!But incredibly, I seem to have been the only photographer that was right in front of the band that day because all of the other photos that I have seen from this gig have all been taken from the side or the back. The Stranglers were great, but one highlight was seeing Peter Gabriel doing a punk version of A Whiter Shade Of Pale, sung in a Johnny Rotten style, and then smashing up the microphone stand. I still have my Battersea ticket. That night, I went along to see Blondie at Hammersmith Odeon.’

Ever keen on The Stranglers, Alan can still be found down at the front, snapping away. ‘I met JJ at the Bilston gig in 2006. He told me how pleased he was to finally meet me - he never knew who took all those Battersea images up until that day – but he said how famous they had become the world over. I met Hugh also, and he was convinced I’d dined out on them for years!’ Alan has kindly trawled his archives for his exclusive selection of images – below - from the day. Many more of his live band shots can be found at www.concertphotos.uk.com. For camera buffs, Alan used a Canon F1 with a Vivitar 100-300 lens at Battersea. Thankfully, with all the ‘exposure’ on display, he didn’t need a ‘flash’! All images © Alan Perry - Go to www.concertphotos.uk.com

‘We had a Trident B 28-channel 16-track with 3M M79 tape machine and a rack-mounted Studer, which was basically a glorified Revox. Outboard, there wasn’t much. We had compressors, noise gates and EQ: there was a Urie 1176 Limiter, an Audio & Design Compressor and an Eventide H910 Harmoniser which I’d use a lot. It was a really tiny studio, but we had this AKG BX20E spring reverb, like an echo machine, which was a 5’ high wooden box. I used this on Knock On Wood. I just leaned over onto it and got those thunder sounds. But I think by the time we did No More Heroes in July 77 – or at least by January 78 for Black And White – the owners decided to update to the MCI 400 Series which was a 24-track desk. I think this was because the Trident only had 16 tape returns which they could have modified upwards but they decided on a new desk instead.’

The Stranglers laid down their first three albums here – all top-sellers - spawning a string of singles to help carve out their name in the late 70s British popular music culture and beyond.

‘It was a great little studio. It was small, but worked well for The Stranglers. It was really dead, which is good in some ways because separation was quite good, there wasn’t too much trouble with spill, or at least not too much. What spill there was sounded alright, really. But all the same, I couldn’t wait to start working at bigger studios.’

It’s June 1979 when Martin opts out of producing The Stranglers’ fourth album The Raven, but Alan steps in.

‘I’d just come back from holiday and got a message asking me to record The Stranglers in Paris. This was my first proper album production job. Once we’d done that, we had to mix it back in London, at Air Studios in Oxford Street. It was during this session when I got the phone call from Clive Langer, who I’d worked with before, to say Stiff had just signed a band who had played at Dave Robinson’s wedding, called Madness, and we were to produce their album. Clive and I recorded some of that around September 79 at TW and some at Eden. Then I left TW. I mean, after all those years stuck in a basement, I couldn’t wait to get out!’

With Alan gone, business at TW declined. The owners upped sticks to nearby Putney where they thought a ditching the basement location would be better for business. Unfortunately, the new set-up didn’t last long.

Meanwhile the old TW became a night club but noisy revellers invited complaints from neighbouring houses. Once the license was revoked, the site of the former hub of independent recording studios was left abandoned, mothballed behind a locked steel gate to this day. The current owner resides in Portugal, according to the proprietor of the upstairs premises with no immediate plans for the property.

‘It was a great little studio.’

By the end of 79, Alan helped Martin build Genetic Sound Studios in Berkshire although it wasn’t finished yet. The Madness album gets mixed in a bungalow in the grounds of Martin’s house where they set up a mixing room with all the gear they amassed. When Genetic is up and running, success follows, so a second studio is incorporated around three years on.

‘That was probably a mistake really. We had the MCI – a 500 Series - and I think the SSL in went into the new second control room. We were both working in the studio a lot, it was so busy there. I could see the point of needing a second studio, but I didn’t agree with Martin building it there. I didn’t think there was room. It cut the studio in two. I found a clothing warehouse in Shepherd’s Bush where the Westfield Centre is now but Martin wasn’t keen on it. He liked being out in the Streatley, Goring area. I liked it there too, I lived nearby. But we ended up parting company around 84 when I built Westside Studio in Shepherd’s Bush with Clive Langer although I still popped into see Martin in the studio.’

Both Alan and Martin will be remembered for harnessing many bands of the Punk and New Wave era including the Buzzcocks, Generation X, 999 and of course, The Stranglers. Although Alan will always be remembered for his Madness work with Clive Langer, and Martin’s finest moment came with the release of Human League’s smash hit Dare album.

‘That’s when I knew Martin
had really made it.’

‘That’s when I knew Martin had really made it. I remember he’d just finished Dare and was taking a well-earned holiday with his family afterwards. That meant he was going to be away when the test pressing was due. So he needed someone to approve it and asked me to find out if it sounded alright. So when it arrived, I put it on the record deck - it just blew me away - he’d finally made it. Fuck me, it was amazing. The quality was fantastic, especially for that that time.’

Alan looks back fondly at the time he worked with the man that the press of the day once referred to as the fifth Strangler.

‘Martin was a lot of fun to work with and I learned a lot from him during that 77-79 period. We enjoyed a big working relationship at TW. Martin did like to tell a joke, but that’s part of keeping it fun, part of the job of producer. It was one of the first things I learned from Martin, to tell jokes during the sessions! But he did much more than that. He was a really big talent. He was always one step ahead. And no, TW didn’t stand for two wankers!’

It has to be said my own personal Dr. Feelgood factor was previously and ably lubed by Tony Moon’s excellent ‘Down By The Jetty’ (see Strangled BOOKS) as well as several Wilko gigs over the years. This fantastic flick noir – expected live cinema release February/March 2010 - concerns itself purely with the prime line-up of Wilko, Brilleaux, Sparko and the Big Figure. Essex Boys go mad!

What’s this? Lee - who sadly passed away in 1994 just 12 weeks after his last gig – is here, rejuvenated and filmed inside his Leigh-On-Sea local alongside new shoots of the remaining three Canvey amigos. Both temporal and geographic settings are poignantly nailed at the start as these reclaimed Essex flat lands fall below sea-level, more so in one particularly memorable year, according to Wilko:

‘Here, it wasn’t the war – like, before the war of after the war – it was, oh, did that happen before the flood of 1953 or after the flood of 1953?’

Oil City Confidential is clever and crafty, rammed with cheeky quasi-Cockney barrow boy charm so typical of Essex then and now. It also makes for some moody brooding viewing: isolation… floods… sweat and tears. Wilko – upon finding himself unable to immerse fully into the band’s pub culture becomes increasingly insular – coupled with a lack of follow-up material all adds to the pot: a decision towards recording Lew Lewis’ Lucky 7 (mouth-organist Lew features on The Stranglers’ Old Codger) over one of his own makes his exclusion complete and leads to Wilko’s swift exit in April 1977. Replacement Gypie Mayo is here in a solitary scene, but the riffs are all Wilko making the movie’s soundtrack a thunderously joyous R&B noise to behold. Old live footage is unearthed, albeit briefly, and new also to Wilko as well as Temple, who confesses to being hooked the day he first clapped eyes on Dr. Feelgood in 1974.

‘That’s why I had to make this film – this band were this good.’

Back in the desolate foyer I grab more beer, more wine, and a sneaky mince pie and sit back down to munch in front of the huge monochromic widescreen. It’s bleak, but bright. It’s retro, but still succeeds in handing on the baton to the new breed of band: ones that hit hard, and play no-nonsense sans frills. Dr. Feelgood owes us nothing, but there are many bands in debt to them: The Jam most notably, and in part, The Stranglers. Is it a coincidence the Feelgoods and the Meninblack share a penchant for hard-hitting intense live shows, made a name in 70’s London gig cartel, dress in black and have drummers with nom-de-plumes like the Big Figure and Jet Black?

At the Q&A, Julian sets the tone: ‘I fucking detest the term pub-rock. Pub-rock wasn’t a type of music, it was the venues bands like Dr. Feelgood played in. The rest were shit… apart from Kilburn & The High Roads.’ And apparently The Clash came and saw them play… The Sex Pistols too.

I dart to the loo and find dapper man in black Wilko outside. It’s the first time I’ve stood at his level and he’s surprisingly compact and bijou. I can’t resist grabbing his humble hand to shake, forgetting to ask all sorts of questions while his mysterious manic gaze focuses on the strange white powder down the front of my black shirt (huh, not mince pie icing sugar is it?) before I burst through the door to the troughs. I dust down my top and there, at the next temple, is Julian, who’s glad I shook the hand of Wilko. I decline the same from him as I see he has his hands full. But later outside, we hook up in the drizzle to smoke the sky grey. He is open when I call to question his biggest hit, The Great Rock ‘n’ Roll Swindle: ‘I only made it to piss off the Sex Pistols fans…’ he says. ‘And I did that didn’t I?’ Like a real MiB geek, I then link a Swindle location to The Stranglers: The Old Knole doubles up (where Malcolm McLaren sits in the bath waffling on about money) as the Rattus Norvegicus cover shoot. He’s both impressed and surprised, and adds: ‘You know I went to school with Hugh Cornwell - he was a prefect there - we chucked a load of milk at him once.’

We couldn’t resist asking him if The Stranglers might one day get the Temple treatment.

‘It’s possible. I mean, I do quite like Hanging Around.’

Of course, he’s now laughing and quite merry too. In the meantime, I recommend you all go and enjoy the noir of Oil City Confidential when it comes out (DVD release possibly March/April) and relive the rise and fall of Dr. Feelgood in the pub-rock and punk revolution. Oops, pre-punk and punk… after the flood in other words. But just imagine if this was the story of the Meninblack…

Trowbridge residents are up in arms with a Hooverdam track entitled ‘Please Don’t Put Me On A Slow Boat To Trowbridge’. In the media, Hugh’s ‘protest’ song has earned national headlines – more than he has had since he was incarcerated along with his fellow Stranglers in Nice. So, yes, it has been something of a busy and enjoyable year for the singer and, as a result, he knows he is back in the public eye again. Well, at least a little bit…

‘Mickey Rourke said in the paper the other day that ‘when you’re cold you’re cold and you really know it - and when you’re hot you just can’t believe the difference’. I’m not saying I’m hot - but at least I’m lukewarm again!’ He says.

Hugh’s mood also seems to have improved: the success of Hooverdam appears to be the primary reason, as he speaks with the confidence of a man who knows that he has created something very good indeed – and if he needed any reassurances about the quality of the album - he is getting it all the time on his current, well-received live tour.

‘The more people are telling me they like it, the more I’m convinced we have created something of value,’ he continues. ‘Hopefully even old Stranglers fans that had written me off and said ‘he has left the band, he won’t do anything substantial any more’, will maybe take the time to listen to this and give me a chance to show them what I do.’

One of the reasons Hugh feels his new album is being appreciated live is from the sheer volume of people who have heard it. Along with his record company, he took the somewhat brave decision last summer to release the album as a free download. Commercially it seemed like a strange (even potentially suicidal) decision as his fan base, after all, can’t match that of fellow freebie pioneers Radiohead. But the idea was to hopefully increase the size of audiences at gigs and, just as importantly, stimulate fans new and old to listen again to the back catalogue of Hugh Cornwell and The Stranglers. So, has it worked?

‘Yes - it does seem to have worked. The response to the album has been very encouraging and the latest figures are that in excess of 50,000 downloads has been taken from the record company site. And it’s rather like a Metro newspaper where one copy is really read by about four people - 50,000 downloads means a lot more people than that figure are hearing the record. Those 50,000 downloads are also only the sales through the record company. Apparently it’s linked to about four other sites which are also doing downloads but we have no way of quantifying their numbers. Overall, we’re very happy, it’s going round the world and people are passing it to their mates which was always what we hoped would happen. The awareness of what we do is definitely up.’

Many fans of course will have followed up the free download by purchasing the album - in many cases - to ‘keep up their collection’. But Hugh is at pains to make fans not to feel ripped off by making sure the CD is well packaged – and with more songs. Once again, Hugh is pleased with results:

‘Hopefully even old Stranglers fans that had written me off will give me a chance to show them what I do.’          GOING TO THE CITY: Hugh, west London, back in 2005 © Gary Kent

‘We hoped some people would buy the album as well as download it and that seems to have happened as well. We made sure the album was different to the download and had extra value which it does because you get the film with it. You realise you’ve got to give people something extra if you’re going to entice them to buy and it seems to have done the trick.’

‘The photo of the band members are on the cover of the album and that’s something I’ve never done before (since The Stranglers) which says a lot. It’s nice to go out with the same band that was on the record for this tour and they really feel really part of it all.’

Once the Hooverdam material has been played, Hugh’s set then reverts to older numbers and of course some of his favoured Stranglers hits. I had intended with this latest interview not to even mention The Stranglers at all if possible but to concentrate just on the solo work, but Hugh himself seemed far more comfortable talking about his old band than he certainly did twelve months prior. Indeed, when I enthusiastically relayed to him The Stranglers’ current success, their fantastic recent live shows any my perception that they all seemed to be in pretty fine fettle he was very gracious and said ‘good’. Further, and perhaps surprisingly, he hopes the perceived success of Hooverdam may even help his old band at the same time:

‘…if Hooverdam then makes them

go to see a Stranglers gig now,

then that to me would be a result as well.’

‘I’m speaking really philosophically here when I say that if someone who’s never heard of me or the Stranglers before hears my latest album for free then goes out and buys an old Stranglers record then, I’d be happy. That would be a result as far as I am concerned. And, even if Hooverdam then makes them go to see a Stranglers gig now, then that to me would be a result as well.’

As for the future, Hugh still feels there are a lot of legs left in Hooverdam but he is already thinking beyond it:

‘All I want to do is try to build the live profile and try and get more people to come to the shows. I’m really enjoying touring and being out there with the band. If I get enough time to write and get to the studio I will. I have plenty of ideas - it’s just a matter of the right timing. In the meantime, the band is up and running well and we’ve just keen to get out there any enjoy playing Hooverdam.’

So if you can get a chance to catch Hugh on his current UK tour – or indeed his planned European/US dates – then do so. You will find a man at the top of his game and someone who has gone well past the ‘lukewarm’ stage and actually may just be a bit red hot at the moment.

Well, apart from in Trowbridge.

A beaten track…

Saturday 29th November 2008

Stranglers 2007 sets: acoustic tour, Bilston and Lincoln…

Mull, Poperinge (signed by Dave Greenfield apparently on the train back to Bruges) and the Heroes set at the Roundhouse…

Stranglers 2006 sets: Bilston, Cluses, Guildford, July’s European tour and UK tour…

Many thanks to collector Lawrence Howard who kindly allowed us a sneak insight into the world of a Stranglers set list collector. Certainly nobody can accuse him of not getting out enough! Thanks also for the following images from Cluses and Oran Moor…

“Caption competition!”   With the editor in charge of giving away prizes  away on vacation - we thought we’d have a competition anyway. Send us your wittiest caption to go with a tired and emotional- looking bassist in the picture opposite, and we’ll publish the best. We might even let JJ kyokushinkai the winner. editors@strangled.co.uk

© Chris Gabrin

In August, top photographer Chris Gabrin reconvened with The Stranglers for an exclusive photo session: it was the first time both parties had met since 1977. This was planned to celebrate 30 years at the Roundhouse.

So on Thursday 23rd August the two parties met up at nearby Holborn Studios in Islington, and as you can see from the shot selected for us, the result is superb – and typically Gabrinesque. In the forthcoming Burning Up Times PDF, Chris reveals his take on events from the early years of the band and delves into his photographic archive.

Photographic studio tour HERE.

Baz Warne interview                                                                                                                                                  Saturday 9th September 2006

“He left fairly amicably. He wasn’t kicked out or sacked. It was just a series of events. When he left I was shocked but I wasn’t completely surprised.”
 

Baz Warne talks to Punk77 about Paul Roberts and Suite XVI - and Hugh losing all his hair..! Here

Joe Ordinaire gets a sneak preview of the album they’re all discussing

Four-piece sweet

suite /swi:t/ n. 1 a set of things belonging together.

O PAUL ROBERTS exits the band, leaving Baz and JJ to redo the vacated vocals. But I smelled a rat before that: I was just one of the fans unnerved reading reports on these very pages last winter of almost an album of material axed in a quality control cull. Frightening stuff, especially after fifteen albums. I mean, how much longer can they carry on? How was I to know their sixteenth album would end up as their strongest since 1983’s Feline!

Suite XVI is their magnum opus. Opener Unbroken is choppy and charty. Bright and breezy. Kicking off with garage guitar and crazy keyboards into eerie descending chords for the verse onslaught. Clever arrangement, ascending stop-start chorus - Baz sounds like JJ, with very un-Stranglers lyrics: ‘Even confused about my orientation? Ooh baby I’ll slap my thigh, and wear suspenders if it makes you high…’ Lay back on the couch – and suss the inner turmoil of survival, Stranglers-style. 3.46 of power pop. Got to be a single, surely?

Talking of singles, Radio 2 choice The Spectre of Love is a perfect companion to Norfolk Coast’s wind-ripped swirls and chord quads. Classic Dave organ work embellishes the rolling, driving bass force, chivvied by the treble-chasing rasp as Baz sings perfectly morbid and melodic… Hey! The Stranglers are back! The snarling, curled up lip sneers through She’s Slipping Away, a tune crying out commercial with lush harmonies, twangingly cool riffs and gorgeous Greenfield arpeggios. Another contender for a single, perhaps? The bright feel hides a dark edge in the words, and not for the last time.

But suddenly the pop stops. A spinning hubcap noise launches Summat Outanowt. and the gargantuan Bear Cage bass kicks in with a Dead Loss Angeles-style riff. Not since Do You Wanna?/Death & Night & Blood has JJ’s bass done so much damage through headphones. Weird, angular verses with a surprise singalong chorus, this was the song that survived the cull. Awesome stuff, and it is here the album changes. Well it should… JJ sings here for the first time since In The End, off 1997’s Coup de Grace. Or rather, shouts! Louder than 5 Minutes, noisier than Go Buddy Go – thankfully it’s intelligently compressed just enough for the relentless bass and guitar discord – not to mention Jet thumping away like a teenager with teen spirit - to slice through your cranium with ease!

So, no problems in the wall of sound department. But you forget how they pop up and surprise from time to time. Anything Can Happen is a beautiful JJ-whispered tune, dripping with the finest elements of Dreamtime’s Too Precious coupled with an overriding feel of Instead Of This from the 10 era – have The Stranglers been listening to their own reissues? If they have, it’s worked! It’s everything a Stranglers fan would want from a slow number. Back up to speed. You Won’t See Me Coming is urgent, powerful and groovy, opening up in the end mantra. Time for another slowy, although Bless You is nothing to sniff at. A dreamy, summer lament builds from acoustic guitar into soulful pickings. Baz mangles the vocals in beautiful anguish - and before you realise where you are, he’s waxing lyrically about Black Death! ‘First they say bless you, then they all want to save you.. no I won’t be afraid.’ An instrumental passage of harpsichord takes you somewhere else before falling back to the main riff. Five minutes on, Baz morphs into a spooky Eric Clapton, for the end solo while Dave is Steve Winwood. Deliciously superb.

Soldier’s Diary is a fast and furious three-chord spurt. But it’s closer to prog rock than punk rock, The jerky time signature points to Devo, and Dave comes on with a lush analogue synth riff ripped right out of The Superthing. Baz stabs at the verses like a goggle-eyed Motherbaugh. Once more there’s a melodic chorus that belies its hidden gravitas: ‘I can’t feel my legs. I can feel the blood is rushing to my head.’

Barbara (Shangri-La) returns to their new found pop with a refreshing nod to past glories. Baz sounds great, especially when he sings ‘it’s been more than twenty-five years…’ I Hate You is a pleasant jig – a big brother to Shakin’ Like A Leaf, with Jew’s harp and mouth organ courtesy of Baz. But it’s the final track that sends shivers up your spine and a lumpo in your throat.

Relentless starts with a spaghetti-western twang, then builds to a driving bass and drum machine ride as Dave’s Supernature-style synth pads gently oscillate up to the Enola Gay riff in the cool chorus. It’s like Time To Die – with bells on… the quintessence of a great album must surely be the long finale masterpiece – and this is it. Once again, the welcome organ runs flit in and out, sounding fresh and exciting alongside jangly guitars and classy choral harmonies, fuelling the simmering furnace of Burnel’s cracking bass and Jet’s sensible drumming. The Stranglers all fit together nicely now; the chemistry is back. I think I heard Dave playing a theramin too! But don’t forget Louie Nicastro’s fine production.

Paul leaving and songs binned - these guys have gone through a lot since 2004’s Norfolk Coast, and they’ve pulled this amazing album out of the bag. I can’t recall a time in recent years when I’ve listened to a Stranglers album and been in such awe. Yes, I’m choked… by The Stranglers! The songs on Suite XVI are sheer quality. The Stranglers have proved themselves in spectacular style. Let’s hope EMI’s pluggers promote to the level of The Stranglers’ creative force.

Suite smell of success

Sam Holliday reviews The Stranglers' next album…

IT IS A masterpiece! I've played it over and over… and I keep finding new reasons to cheer, new moments of musical or lyrical delight - and more evidence to convince me that this is one of the best albums The Stranglers have ever made.

If Norfolk Coast was the band's return to top form after their fallow and uninspired period, then Suite XVI is a huge leap forward. Now they are back at to the top of the Premiership; Suite XVI bears all the classic Stranglers hallmarks, wonderful melodies, well-crafted songs, bags of energy and excitement and plenty to excite a new generation of fans.

Unbroken is a fantastic opening track - full of verve and humour inside a stunningly melodic tune. But it's unlike any Stranglers song I've heard before - jaunty and solid, it's bound to invade your brain like it has mine; a potential hit single. The Spectre Of Love gets better and better each time I hear it. It's upbeat and rocking, with a highly hummable chorus too. Throw in some lively old keyboards, a great vocal line and a stylish guitar break at the end and here is a perfect marriage between late 1977 and 2006… (another) potential hit single!

She's Slipping Away is catchy, with a classic Stranglers feel to it: lively and fast-paced, it has a chorus to die for. Dave nicks a keyboard lick straight out of Sometimes in the middle eight, unless I'm mistaken. But I loooove this song - (yet another) potential hit single... Summat Outanowt has been heard before at gigs, so we know JJ can scream this out! A real crunching, ball-breaking rocker where (as someone else has already pointed out) JJ sounds like Lemmy. Right between the eyes… with the best bass solo since Genetix, and not for the squeamish.

After four rock-fuelled blasts, the tempo eases for Anything Can Happen. The lovely, languid, melody takes you on a musical excursion back to 80's decade Stranglers best bits, forming the first of two anti-war tunes. See Me Coming starts with gentle guitar before it explodes into a thumping, bouncing dance track where Jet blasts his drums with astonishing power (how does he still do it?). It's a real grower and not out of place on a Prodigy record! Not that I'm an expert! And it's dark too, with a hypnotic feeling, especially when the crazy chant comes in at the end, reminding me of the GmbH bit off Bear Cage.

Bless You is magnificent. It's slow and atmospheric like a hybrid of Don't Bring Harry and All Roads Lead to Rome. A Soldier's Diary is back to full on rock, kicking off like The Ramones in its powerhouse intensity before developing swiftly into a well-crafted punchy modern pop song. The anti-war theme permeates lyrics while Baz's powerful guitar drives the music. The style is pitched circa '78 and I can see this being a live favourite. Get ready to pogo to the chorus; 'I Can't Feel My Legs..' Barbara (Shangri-La) is yet again top draw stuff. It starts off like it's 77-78 Stranglers, with cool and catchy vocals and melody, but what an odd title?! Can there be a name in a song any less rock and roll word in the entire universe than Barbara? Who? I think we should be told. Oh, did I mention it is a potential hit single!

I Hate You is the album's oddest, quirkiest and possibly most potentially divisive tune which I suspect not everyone will fall in love with. I personally think it is a great example of that perverse Strangler eccentricity we all love and it is the song which my young teenage kids (13 and 14) both declare to be the best on the album. Perhaps it will get picked up by radios stations everywhere like Golden Brown. Musically it is a cross between Shakin' Like A Leaf and Jonathon Richman's Modern Lovers' Egyptian Reggae. And I've not heard a harmonica on a Stranglers release since Old Codger, with clever use of a phone call in the break. Lyrically it is hilarious. I wanna be the first to say it should be a 'potential hit single'... again!

Relentless is the ultimate track, and my favourite from the very first listen. It's a stunner - one for the fans - pure and simple. Spectre… Unbroken… Slipping Away… or I Hate You should all do well but this is one for us fans. Classic Stranglers - Relentless is the song you never thought you'd hear again. Think The Raven.. Toiler…. North Winds…. The Man They Love To Hate….Swirling keyboard runs, beautifully surfy melodies, great vocals and musical invention. A magnificent track and I love it more than I love tea. And trust me, I love tea - I really do. If you don't enjoy this track you don't deserve to be reading this review, looking at this site or breathing. It is the perfect end to a perfect album.

When it comes out of course you may think differently, but I'm convinced you would have to be deaf, dumb, blind or possibly Hugh Cornwell not to realise that this is among The Stranglers greatest ever works - and proof they are as relevant, exciting and unpredictable as ever. It has all the maturity and experience of a band at their peak but also with the youthful exuberance of next year's 'big thing'. Individually all four perform superbly, (oh Baz why didn't you take over a decade ago?), but collectively, they come into their own, sounding musically together. I've been lucky to hear it - but you are the lucky ones: you guys have still got your own sweet voyage of discovery to come! It will be sooo suite!

AS THE STRANGLERS bask in their 'reissues' twilight, it's safe to say the likelihood of replicating the fame (and infamy) of punk's halcyon days is remote: their early success formed part of the mercurial punky zeitgeist, spawning a string of no-nonsense Top 10 singles in the late 70s. And what 80s compilation will let you forget the dreamy waltz-time Golden Brown?