Wire - 154

September 23rd, 1979.

Harvest

Wire's third collection of forward thinking songs came in the form of 154. A somewhat dystopian cloud holds a grip over the land - ways out feel unfathomable. Wire's fascinating tendency to upset expectation while fulfilling a deeper, more memorable and nourishing form of endeavour will forever pay forwards. The future of Punk to come. The sound of now and then. My God, they're so gifted! 

Cold and calculated, but ever so calm. An overcast trip to the beach. Quite a sparkly record buried beneath a British outlook. Veiled in uncertainty, 154 casts tense shade over anything within ears reach. Even those out of reach will feel the frozen feel deep down. On the contrary, an Eno-esque approach is adopted with regards to sultry soundscapes. A very close heat sits over it all. The nearness of a city Summer. No breeze or breath to pull on. Damp clothes and a banging headache with nowhere to escape to. Two people in a room. Mutual torture. 

A playground of instruments. A sandbox of sonic potential. Ideas and intent; with it a conviction to squeeze every drop of essence out of them. Thoughts and the trains in which they ride on. Some lost; some found. Some fast; some slow. Some on track; some derailed. Mostly derailed, in fact. Tones. Tones. Tones. Big tones. Small tones. Any-which-way tones. Thick-cut, blow-out-your-brains tones. Needle in a haystack, find it and it's gone forever.

Odd in the most even of ways. As weird as it is wonderful. Pain and pleasure in equal measure. You've been defaced. 

I should have known better.