Album Review- Soft Cell

I have spent a quite a bit of time on the Marc Almond discography (also lest we forget the still active Dave Ball dba The Grid who made an album with Robert Fripp last year) so on the event of the first Soft Cell album in 20 years ago, I’m going to focus on the duo’s albums. 1981’s Non Stop Erotic Cabaret is as good as it gets. It’s a great rock trope (small town boy in the big city a la Appetite for Destruction) and even the cover is perfect (Almond with the under the counter goods- presumably the album- in hand under his trenchcoat.) Its a fantastic start to end listen, and if it’s a bit camp, that’s only because if it wasn’t, if it was straight and sincere, it’d probably be too painful to listen to. 1983’s The Art of Falling Apart is as good as titled sequel as “The New York Dolls in Too Much Too Soon” and similarly it features a band in turmoil ready to break up. Soft Cell made a conscious decision to steer away from making a commercial radio friendly follow up and the album is generally described as a disaster. As a fan, I don’t want to oversell the second record, but it certainly is a worthwhile in that it does have some great songs. It is darker but generally always interesting. It also features the 10 minute Jimi Hendrix (?!?) medley and the George Romero inspired 10 minute “Martin” and these latter album songs are better (in my mind) than their descriptions (or reviews) imply, as they usually get a lot of blame for this albums reputation. The album is probably as good as a litmus test on how big of a Soft Cell fan you are. 1984’s This Night In Sodom is that path to the extreme. It is a difficult album in that it’s closer to Almond’s short-lived Immaculate Consumptive pals (Nick Cave, Lydia Lunch, JG Thirlwell) than new wave pop tunes. Considering myself a big fan, I would nonetheless steer most people away, even then, carrying forth the maniacal perspective of the predecessor, it does contain a few songs that are truly great- Meet Murder My Angel, Where was your Heart when you Needed it Most and Mr Self Destruct (not the Nine Inch Nails song). In 2002, the band reunited and recorded the album Cruelty Without Beauty. It could possibly be considered a great “lost album” in so much, that it didn’t get a ton of attention. It is very much in line with the bands that Soft Cell influenced (OMD, Pet Shop Boys, Yaz, etc) and is surprisingly solid as far as reunion records go. The band called it quits very publicly in September 2018 with a final show at the O2 Arena which was released as an album The new album comes somewhat as a surprise to me then, and has received generally very good reviews. As a fan, I hate to say it, as I would love to be gung ho, but I think it’s a good, not great album. The album feels very much a continuation of where TLN..IS left off. The mood is dark, outlook negative. Almond takes a couple of shots at the Holy Trinity (not only, but especially on a track called “I’m Not A Friend of God”) Thematically, it could be a sequel to N-SEC. Songs like Polaroid, Tranquiliser and Bruises on my Illusions are very much revisits and all throughout run the same themes, or reference to revisiting the time (check the title “Nostalgia Machine”). The nsfw “Nighthawks” which recalls Acid House Psychic TV with guest Christeene as some truly nonstop erotic cabaret. The most talked about song is the lead single Heart Like Chernobyl. The writer of “Sex Dwarf” and “Say Hello, Wave Goodbye” gives us one last jaw dropper with a song that begins with “Oh dear, I feel like North Korea in the winter”. The highlight for me is probably “The Purple Zone” which is a duet with the Pet Shop Boys and sounds exactly like the intersection of the two as you might expect. I get a kick out of the video of the pairing of the synth pop legends - both duos with a wry singer and a hard working instrumentalist- surely would love to grab a beer and sit at that table. In many ways, Purple Zone incorporates the theme of the album- hitting on outsider status and aging. It’s video reflects that - with reference to the story of the LGBT+ community as shared by those who survived the 80s and 90s but also (stealing from Dickens) “the best of times and worst of times” of modern today. Also in contrast to the downbeat lyrics, the melody is a celebratory anthem that fits with the Pet Shop Boys' best. As a big fan of the band, saying I am somewhat disappointed is not meant to give the wrong impression. I will listen (and have listened) to some of the songs quite often. Other songs I am unlikely to revisit often. Most songs fit somewhere in between, but the aforementioned Purple Zone and Heart Like Chernobyl, the opener Happy Happy Happy (which fits the mold of their 2002 record) and the title track (a more upbeat variation on the Chernobyl theme) are all worthwhile additions to inevitable career spanning retrospectives.