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Roxy Music: Flesh + Blood

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Virgin Records
Released: 1980.03.01
Time:
 41:01
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): See Artists...
Rating: *****..... (5/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.roxyrama.com
Appears with: Bryan Ferry
Purchase date: 2010.01.28
Price in €: 2,00





 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] In the Midnight Hour (Cropper/Pickett) - 3:12
[2] Oh Yeah (Ferry) - 4:50
[3] Same Old Scene (Ferry) - 3:57
[4] Flesh and Blood (Ferry) - 3:13
[5] My Only Love (Ferry) - 5:19
[6] Over You (Ferry, Manzanera) - 3:27
[7] Eight Miles High (Clark/Crosby/McGuinn) - 4:53
[8] Rain Rain Rain (Ferry) - 3:20
[9] No Strange Delight (Ferry/Manzanera) - 4:44
[10] Running Wild (Ferry/Manzanera) - 5:01

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l

Bryan Ferry - Synthesizer, Guitar, Piano, Strings, Keyboards, Vocals, Voices, Art Direction, Concept, Cover Art Concept, Cover Design, Cover Art, Producer
Phil Manzanera - Bass, Guitar, Rhythm Guitar, Lead Guigatr, Producer
Andy Mackay - Saxophone, Producer

Paul Carrack - Organ, Piano, Strings, Keyboards
Neil Hubbard - Guitar, Rhythm Guitar
Martin Ditchum - Percussion
Neil Jason - Bass
Andy Newmark - Drums
Allan Schwartzberg - Percussion, Drums
Allen Schwarzberg - Drums
Alan Spenner - Bass
Gary Tibbs - Bass
Simon Phillips - Percussion, Drums

Rhett Davies - Producer, Engineer
Bob Clearmountain - Mixing
Bob Ludwig - Digital Remastering
Robert C. Ludwig - Mastering, Remastering
Anthony Price - Cover Art
Neil Kirk - Art Direction, Photography, Concept, Cover Design, Cover Art
Peter Saville - Art Direction, Concept, Cover Design, Typography, Cover Art
Antony Price - Art Direction, Concept, Cover Design
Simon Puxley - Art Direction, Concept, Cover Design, Cover Art
 

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


1980 LP Virgin 47459
1987 CD EG Records 46
1989 CD Reprise 26075
1989 CD Reprise 2-26075
2000 CD Virgin 47459
2000 LP Simply Vinyl Records 0000271
2003 CD EMI Music Distribution 47439
2007 CD EMI Music Distribution 68828
2008 CD Caroline Distribution 16917

What's remarkable about Roxy Music's final three albums is how each one builds on its predecessor. FLESH & BLOOD was the middle of this triptych (which ended with AVALON, the group's peak achievement). Where its predecessor, MANIFESTO, still had ties to the band's pre-hiatus first era, FLESH & BLOOD heads ever further into the lush romanticism that singer Bryan Ferry was to explore fully as a solo artist in the '80s. Where an earlier Roxy Music may have embraced an element of camp in a cover of "In The Midnight Hour, here Ferry nods to the camp factor only fleetingly. Reduced to a trio of Ferry, guitarist Phil Manzanera, and saxophonist Andy MacKay, Roxy Music brought in a range of session players as needed. This, in effect, freed the band to follow the songs wherever they needed to go, which was straight into gorgeously produced romantic landscapes. The song's rich melodies cast Ferry as a matinee-idol leading man, a role he adapted to so successfully that songs like "My Only Love" sound like part ofhis own solo career.



An even slicker record than Manifesto, Flesh + Blood precariously balances between alluringly seductive, sophisticated soul-pop and cloying, radio-ready disco-pop. At its best, the album is effortlessly suave and charming - "Over You" is one of their greatest singles, and "Oh Yeah" is nearly as persuasive - but much of the record is devoted to ill-formed, stylish lounge-pop. In particular, the reliance on reworked covers of "In the Midnight Hour" and "Eight Miles High" is distressing, not only because it signals a lack of imagination, but also because it suggests that Flesh + Blood is simply a lesser solo effort from Bryan Ferry. And even the handful of undeniably strong moments can't erase the feeling that Roxy Music were beginning to run out of ideas.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine - All Music Guide



1980 begab sich Bryan Ferry, der längst seine Solokarriere gestartet hatte, mit seinen noch zwei verbliebenen Roxy Music-Mitstreitern Phil Manzanera (g) und Andy Mackay (sax) ins Studio, um zusammen mit einer illustren Zahl von Studiomusikern das Album Flesh And Blood aufzunehmen. Heraus kam die gewohnt ästhetische Auswahl unterkühlt-erotischer Songs, geprägt von Ferrys elegant-schmachtendem Gesang, Manzaneras gekonnt zurückgehaltener Gitarre und der akzentuierten Sax-Untermalung Mackays. Dem Soul-Klassiker "In the Midnight Hour" folgt mit dem berechnend-romantischen "Oh Yeah" der sicher melancholischste Moment des Albums. Das flottere "The Same Old Scene" lebt vor allem von Manzaneras rhythmischer Gitarren-Unterstützung. In "My Only Love" können Manzanera und Mackay dann musikalisch etwas aus dem Schatten Ferrys treten. Der Byrds-Klassiker "Eight Miles Hight" wurde mit einem pumpenden Funk-Background unterlegt und das kühle "Rain, Rain, Rain" wartet gar mit verhaltenen Reggae-Anklängen auf. Anschließend sind in "No Strange Delight" Ähnlichkeiten mit den Simple Minds der frühen 80er herauszuhören. Mit der herrlichen Ballade "Running Wild" mit einem schönen Saxophon-Solo entlassen Roxy Music die Hörer zum Weiterträumen. Die Stücke auf Flesh And Blood sind - anders als in der avantgardistischen Anfangszeit Roxy Musics - glatter und kompakter produziert, können jedoch den erwarteten Ansprüchen an die Gruppe mühelos gerecht werden.

Johannes Minnich - Amazon.de



Roxy Music's position in the music world is one to be envied: a band that cannot be categorized continually making music that cannot be duplicated or even imitated. With the sudden popularity and acceptability of new wave and the jump on the overloaded bandwagon of bands that rightfully should still be studying their basic guitar chords, Roxy just continues to break all the rules - by their conformity. And their class. Even their recent concessions to disco, as evidenced by cuts from both Flesh & Blood and their previous album Manifesto, can be appreciated by all but loved by less. Snobs that we are, we tend to classify music in terms of fads, rather than seeking out that which is potentially timeless. Roxy Music, its sophistication and good manners intact, makes fools of those who listen to an album with one ear to what's "trendy" and the other ear to other people's opinions. Flesh & Blood is an instant classic. The production is impeccable, the choice of songs as daring as it is perfect. To begin an album with a standard soul song ("In The Midnight Hour") takes nerve and a great deal of skill. In this song, all of the juicy brass bits of the original have been replaced by layer upon layer of guitar and synthesizer. The singing is not quite as pressured (thankfully), yet the song seems to have the same impact as the original. It invites you into the album and makes you anxious to hear what else is in store for you for the next thirty minutes. Although the faster songs will be more popular as they are equally danceable/ listenable, "Oh Yeah" and "My Only Love" show Roxy at its most intense, the brooding and deliberate voice of Bryan Ferry dominating throughout, there are few singers who are technically as good as Ferry, but none have his ability to turn mere words into fine silk. He conjures up images of rainy nights in big cities, driving around looking for...........what?, searching for that lost love, of having everything yet nothing, having seen it all but having never really been a part of it, it being.....what? "Eight Miles High" has you thinking that the Byrds never really recorded the song at all with its other-worldly instrumentation - Phil Manzanera (the guitarist that the English music papers love to hate) as usual, is at his best. The rest of the band is equally good, although Paul Thompson is missed for the muscularity and emotion of his drumming in previous Roxy albums (most notably Stranded). "Rain Rain Rain" has you looking out the window for the first drops on a perfectly sunny day. We are so fortunate to have Roxy Music with us through these troubled times. Since their very first album in 1972, a mix of `50s rock and roll with `80s sound effects, Roxy Music has evolved into a totally original band. Of course, they will probably never meet with the commercial success they so well deserve (unless they trim their musical talents down to Ramones' level and write shocking press-grabbing words); but as long as they have the devoted few, let's hope they will continue to delight the lucky ones with forthcoming albums as excellent as Flesh & Blood.

Pat Olkiewicz KRCC - Nov 10, 2000
CMJ.com



Flesh + Blood is such a shockingly bad Roxy Music record that it provokes a certain fascination. The line on early Roxy (when Eno was a member) was that the band radiated high-tech decadence, and Flesh + Blood connects with this historical interpretation by confirming the decadent part: e.g., what could be more outré right now than an art-rock disco album? These days, the group has pared itself down to a hard core: Bryan Ferry on vocals and keyboards, Phil Manzanera on guitars, Andy MacKay on saxophones. The rhythm section's personnel varies from cut to cut, which probably accounts for the beat's distant, rigid quality. Nowhere are the rhythms stiffer than when bassist Neil Jason teams up with drummer Allan Schwartzberg for an almost glacial cover version of the Byrds' "Eight Miles High." It's as if everyone had decided to recapture the feeling of the good ol' psychedelic era by dropping lots of good ol' acid: the melody sounds like something that resembles the theme from Hawaii Five-O, while Ferry munches on the words, savoring only random, emotionally pointless lines and phrases. Perhaps he's just being defensive, because if the rest of Roxy Music is as bored as they seem, Bryan Ferry sounds positively bound and gagged. The best he can do is add a little tension by muttering the lyrics through clenched teeth and a constricted throat. He seems to be trying to get his messages out to us without the other musicians hearing him. In more ways than one, Flesh + Blood is Ferry's cry for help. Again and again, he admits to being passionately in love with a woman who can't stand him ("My Only Love," "Flesh and Blood"). This leads the singer into a melancholy mood in which he's dithered and distracted by rock music on a car radio ("Oh Yeah") or simply bitter and self-mocking ("Rain Rain Rain"). Flesh + Blood's one clearheaded success, Wilson Pickett's "In the Midnight Hour," is a brilliant choice for Ferry, who loves to find ready-made existentialism in such unironic styles as Sixties pop and soul. Here, he twists Pickett's howl of discrete carnality into the moan of an aesthete's orgasm. The jaded young fop didn't know he had it in him. Or so he'd have us think.

KEN TUCKER - Sep 4, 1980
RollingStone.com
  

 L y r i c s


In The Midnight Hour

I´m gonna wait till the midnight hour
That´s when my love comes tumbling down
I´m gonna wait till the midnight hour
When there´s no one else around
I´m gonna take you girl and hold you
And do all the things I told you
In the midnight hour
I´m gonna wait till the stars come out
And see that twinkle in your eye
I´m gonna wait till the midnight hour
That´s when my love begins to shine
I´m gonna take you girl and hold you
And do all things I told you
In the midnight hour


Oh Yeah (On The Radio)

Some expressions in your eyes
Always took me by surprise
Where was I, how was I to know?
How can we drive to a movie show
When the music is here in my car
There's a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
They playing 'oh yeah' on the radio
Oh oh oh oooh (yeah)
And so it came to be our song
And so on through all summer long
Day and night drifting into love
Driving you home from a movie show
So we turn to the sounds in my car
There's a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
They're playing 'oh yeah' on the radio
Oh oh oh oooh, Oh oh oh oooh
It's some time since we said goodbye
And now we lead our separate lives
But where am I, where can I go?
Driving alone to a movie show
So I turn to the sounds in my car
There's a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
There's a band playing on the radio
And it's drowning the sound of my tears
They're playing 'oh yeah' on the radio
Oh oh oh oooh (repeat)


Same Old Scene

Nothing lasts forever
Of that I'm sure
Now you've made an offer
I'll take some more
Young loving may be
Oh so mean
Will I still survive
The same old scene?
In our lighter moments
precious few
It's all that heavy weather
We're going through
When I turn the corner
I can't believe
It's still the same old movie
That's haunting me
Young loving may be
Oh so mean
Trying to revive
The same old scene
Young loving may be
So extreme
Maybe we should try
The same old scene

(repeat 3x to fade)

Nothing lasts forever
Of that I'm sure
Now you've made an offer
I'll take some more


Flesh And Blood

My friend's flesh and blood
She lies overtime
You´d nail her if you could
But she says
Love me for my mind
In my time
I´m not that kind
My friend's flesh and blood
Night size - perfect ten
So rude - she´s no good
But as she says
It pays to win
Play to win
She plays to win
My friend's flesh and blood
Street wise for her time
You´d nail her if you could
But she says
Love me for my mind
In my time


My Only Love

Do I ever wonder?
More than words can say
Heaven knows it´s hard enough to pray
Let me tell you something
There´s a change in me
Even now you´re gone you´ll always be
My only love
Does it seem so funny
For a fool to cry?
Do you know the meaning of goodbye?
There´s a river flowing
By a willow tree
When you need to know remember me
My only love
Let me tell you something
More than words can say
But they´re all I have, no other way
There´s a river flowing
By a willow tree
When you find you´re there remember me
My only love


Over You

Oh baby this is nowhere
Wish I was somewhere - over you
Your sweet lips tell me there's no chance
No more romance - over you
Oh baby how can I go on?
Crying so long - over you
Where strangers look for new love
I'm so lost in love - over you
Some day yes it might come babe
When I'll be babe - over you
And always up to that moment
I will try to say I'm - over you


Eight Miles High

Eight miles high
And when you touch down
You find you´re
Stranger than known
Signs in the street
That say where you´re going
Are somewhere
Just being their own
Nowhere is there
Warmth to be found
Just those afraid
Of losing their ground
Rain grey town
Known for its sound
In places
Small faces around
Round the squares
Huddled in storms
Some laughing
Some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes
And black limousines
Some living
Some standing
Alone


Rain Rain Rain

You better take what´s left
´Cause I´m feeling rough
In dread of the night getting high
And name on the dress
Stretch far too long
But it pleases the mind
And that´s nice
Rain rain rain
She put her head on the line
When she come strong
A single girl about town
And she stands or fall
By the way she moves
Ahead of her time
She can´t lose
Rain rain rain
You got trouble in mind
Gets deep ´n´ worse
Oh please don´t stop getting high
You got lust for life
It don´t seem to die
Gonna last for ever
Getting high
Rain rain rain


No Strange Delight

So there goes your life
Disappeared from ever loving friends
And now a slave to obsession
Your strange delight
You lie awake
How your senses ache
Shaking off the night
Is there more strange delight?
There goes your self
In the clear forever out of line
And there you´ll stay through obsession
Your strange delight
Can´t bear this heat
You poor heart skips a beat
Tearing off the years
To when you really cared
So where's your soul?
In the field where every story ends
And then how plain your obsession
Your strange delight
So this is hell
Not so hard to tell
Better men than I
Have tried your strange delight
Is there no strange delight?


Running Wild

There's that melody again
Burning through my head it does me in
Turns me right around to my old friend
Wonder how you've changed, are you still
Running wild - like you do
When all you dreams come true
Happy days you pretend
That your love will never end
There's that melody again
Where it's coming from I must have been
Drifting out of time, now I´m in
Underneath you'll find I'm just the same
Running wild - like you do
When all your dreams fall through
I can always pretend
That I'll fall in love again
Running wild - like we do
If only dream came true
I could even pretend
That I'll fall in love again
 

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