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Roxy Music: For Your Pleasure

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Label: Virgin Records
Released: 1973.02.01
Time:
 41:11
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): See Artists...
Rating: ******.... (6/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.roxyrama.com
Appears with: Bryan Ferry, Brian Eno
Purchase date: 2010.01.28
Price in €: 2,00





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[1] Do the Strand (B.Ferry) - 4:04
[2] Beauty Queen (B.Ferry) - 4:41
[3] Strictly Confidential (B.Ferry) - 3:48
[4] Editions of You (B.Ferry) - 3:51
[5] In Every Dream Home a Heartache (B.Ferry) - 5:29
[6] The Bogus Man (B.Ferry) - 9:20
[7] Grey Lagoons (B.Ferry) - 4:13
[8] For Your Pleasure (B.Ferry) - 6:51

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Bryan Ferry - Keyboards, Vocals, Art Direction, Cover Art Concept, Arranger, Producer
Brian Eno - Synthesizer, Keyboards, Tape, Tapes, Arranger, Producer
Phil Manzanera - Guitar, Arranger, Producer
Paul Thompson - Drums, Arranger, Producer
Andy Mackay - Oboe, Saxophone, Arranger, Producer

John Porter - Bass

John Anthony - Producer
Chris E. Thomas - Producer
John Middleton - Engineer
John Punter - Engineer
Bob Ludwig - Digital Remastering
CCS - Artwork
Jennings - Crew
Anthony Price - Clothing/Wardrobe, Make-Up, Hair Stylist, Wardrobe
Antony Price - Clothing/Wardrobe, Make-Up, Hair Stylist
Smile - Hair Stylist
Nicholas Deville - Art Direction, Photography
Karl Stoecker - Photography
 

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1973 LP Virgin 47449
1989 CD Reprise 26040
2000 CD Virgin 47449
2000 CD Virgin 47449
2001 CD EMI Music Distribution 65823
2001 CD Virgin 2
2007 CD EMI Music Distribution 68822
2008 CD Caroline Distribution 16906
2008 LP Virgin 43032

With FOR YOUR PLEASURE, the second Roxy Music album, the band began to explore a little more of the "dark side" of the glamorous world that had become their lyrical and musical playground. Even the cover art suggests this division: a preposterously posed women walking a snarling panther is watched by singer Bryan Ferry, decked out in chauffeur's livery and removed from the action, merely observing. Musically, this decay is examined most clearly in "In Every Dream Home a Heartache", a disturbing tale about an inflatable sex doll that,at times, suggests some of the creepier moments from the Doors catalogue - "The End" in particular. Opening with the spectacular debauch of "Do the Strand", the album pulls no punches--"It burns your blue jeans, you know what I mean" indeed! Together with "Editions of You", it shows the band moving through the similar territory inhabited by "Virginia Plain" (from ROXY MUSIC), quasi-rock shot through with squallingsaxophones. The nine-minute slow burn of "The Bogus Man" displays Paul Thompson's solid drumming to great effect, whilethe rest of the band fleshes things out with a not exactly scary, but decidedly "off" atmosphere. Another classic.



On Roxy Music's debut, the tensions between Brian Eno and Bryan Ferry propelled their music to great, unexpected heights, and for most of the group's second album, For Your Pleasure, the band equals, if not surpasses, those expectations. However, there are a handful of moments where those tensions become unbearable, as when Eno wants to move toward texture and Ferry wants to stay in more conventional rock territory; the nine-minute "The Bogus Man" captures such creative tensions perfectly, and it's easy to see why Eno left the group after the album was completed. Still, those differences result in yet another extraordinary record from Roxy Music, one that demonstrates even more clearly than the debut how avant-garde ideas can flourish in a pop setting. This is especially evident in the driving singles "Do the Strand" and "Editions of You," which pulsate with raw energy and jarring melodic structures. Roxy also illuminate the slower numbers, such as the eerie "In Every Dream Home a Heartache," with atonal, shimmering synthesizers, textures that were unexpected and innovative at the time of its release. Similarly, all of For Your Pleasure walks the tightrope between the experimental and the accessible, creating a new vocabulary for rock bands, and one that was exploited heavily in the ensuing decade.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine - All Music Guide



Mit dem zweiten Album For Your Pleasure (1973) stellte die zum Quintett geschrumpfte britische Band unter Beweis, dass sie keine Eintagsfliege war, sondern enormes Potenzial besaß und die Fähigkeit kommerzielle und zugleich intelligente Popsongs zu schreiben. Und mit Bryan Ferry als Sänger, der das Talent hatte die romantisch-melancholischen Texte entsprechend zu modulieren, dass aus Kitsch Camp wurde. Auf dem Cover lockte dieses Mal das Model Amanda. Das strenge Konzept des Debütalbums wird aufgelöst, statt Persiflage dominiert Spielfreude, der Entwurf zum Roxy-Stil als Gruppen-Sound, mit Soli-Einschüben und akustischer Bebilderung. Nach dem perfekten Hitstück "Do The Strand" mit Jahrmarkt-Rock folgt "Editions Of You", ein schräger Rock'n'Roll mit wildem Saxofon und Gitarren. Dramaturgisch perfekt der Übergang zu "In Every Dream Home", ein Weltschmerz-Drama über luxuriöse Langeweile, auf dem Ferry seinen Monolog-Gesang zum Synthi ausgedehnt, bis die Emotionen mit dem vehementen Bandeinsatz explodieren und in einer verfremdeten Reprise enden. Trotz Sound-Styling bestimmen waghalsige, großflächige Improvisations- und Klangteppiche zwischen Jazz und Elektronik das Album. "The Bogus Man" ist eine völlig abgedrehte, hypnotische Tour de Force aus Rhythmus, Saxofon und Stimme, die in das ausgelassene Rock'n'Elektronik-Stück "Grey Lagoons" mündet. "For Your Pleasure", ein kult-kitschiges Theaterstück, löst sich in atmosphärischen Instrumentalbildern auf, verfliegt wie die besungenen Gefühle.

Ingeborg Schober - Amazon.de



Stop doing the stroll, mouse, limbo, eighty-one and peppermint twist. Give the Strand four minutes of your time and you won't think of doing another dance for at least two weeks. In an album that is remarkably inaccessible, "Do The Strand" strikes with immediate impact. This lead-off number, written by lead singer Bryan Ferry, is the cleverest use of language and rhyme since "I Am the Walrus." "Tired of the tango? Fed up with fandango? ... Bored of the beguine? The sambo isn't your scene? ... Weary of the waltz? And mashed potato schmaltz?" By the time the band has taken off on its midflight solo, the listener desperately wants to do the Strand, whatever it is. Turns out it isn't anything, which enhances the magic of what is a total performance. Andrew Mackay's wailing saxophone punctuates Ferry's questions, the rest of the band produces a high-powered backing track, and Ferry sounds perfectly nasty when he says, "We like the Strand." You'll like it, too, and you can be excused for putting the needle back at the beginning, especially if you hear what comes afterwards. Sadly, the British Top Ten hit "Pyjamarama" is not included, and the seven tracks that are here are hard to bite into. There are some worthwhile moments, to be sure. Changing rhythms, Eno's use of synthesizer and tapes, instrumental passages, Ferry's odd vocal styling and the group's sudden endings are all worth hearing, but mainly because they are interesting, not entertaining. The only true highlights are the eerie "In Every Dream Home a Heartache" and the "boys will be boys will be boyoyoyoys" line and Mackay's solo on "Editions Of You." Side two drones on with a nine-minute instrumental that sounds like a rip-off of the Doors' "Alabama Song." The title tune ends the album, but is it a tune? It sounds like dogs barking repetitively for minutes on end. Maybe it is Eno's genius at work, but if so you've gotta be Mensa level to understand him or be so stoned you still think the drum solo on "In-a-Gadda-da-Vida" is a tour de force. A great deal of the group's appeal is visual, and even staring at the interior gatefold won't communicate that excitement. If "Do The Strand," "Pyjamarama" and "Virginia Plain" were all on a maxi-single it would be one of the buys of the year. But the bulk of For Your Pleasure is either above us, beneath us, or on another plane altogether. You can find out where they register on your individual scale. As for me, I shall continue doing the Strand.

PAUL GAMBACCINI - Jul 5, 1973
RollingStone.com
  

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Do The Strand

There's a new sensation
A fabulous creation
A danceable solution
To teenage revolution
Do the Strand love
When you feel love
It's the new way
That's why we say
Do the Strand
Do it on the tables
Quaglino's place or Mabel's
Slow and gentle
Sentimental
All styles served here
Louis Seize he prefer
Laissez-faire Le Strand
Tired of the tango
Fed up with fandango
Dance on moonbeams
Slide on rainbows
In furs or blue jeans
You know what I mean
Do the Strand

Had your fill of Quadrilles
The Madison and cheap thrills
Bored with the Beguine
The samba isn't your scene
They're playing our tune
By the pale moon
We're incognito
Down the Lido
And we like the Strand
Arabs at oasis
Eskimos and Chinese
If you feel blue
Look through who's Who
See La Goulue
And Nijinsky
Do the Strandsky
Weary of the Waltz
And mashed potato schmaltz
Rhododendron
Is a nice flower
Evergreenin'
It lasts forever
But it can't beat Strand power
The Sphynx and Mona Lisa
Lolita and Guernica
Did the (drum)Strand


Beauty Queen

Valerie please believe
It never could work out
The time to make plans
Has passed, faded away

Oooh the way you look
Makes my starry eyes shiver
Then I look away
Too much for one day

One thing we share
Is an ideal of beauty
Treasure so rare
That even devils might care

Your swimming-pool eyes
In sea breezes they flutter
The coconut tears
Heavy-lidded they shed
Swaying palms at your feet
You're the pride of your street

While you worship the sun
Summer lover of fun
Gold number with neighbours

Who said that you'll go far
Maybe someday be a star
A fast mover like you
And your dreams will all come true

All of my hope, and my inspiration
I drew from you
Our life's patterns drawn in sand
But the winds could not erase
The memory of your face

Deep in the night
Plying very strange cargo
Our soul-ships pass by
Solo trips to the stars - in the sky

Gliding so far
That the eye cannot follow
Where do they go
We'll never know


Strictly Confidential

Before I die I'll write this letter
Here are the secrets you must know
Until the cloak of evening shadow
Changes to mantle of the dawn
Will it be sunny then I wonder?

Rolling and turning
How can I sleep?
Hold on till morning
What if I fall?

Over the hills and down the valleys
Soaring aloft and far below
Lying on stony ground the fragments
Truth is the seed we tried to sow

Marking the time spent on our journey
There isn't much we have to show
Counting the cost in money only
Strikes me as funny don't you know?

Tongue tied the thread of conversation
Weighing the words one tries to use
Nevertheless communication
This is the gift you must not lose

Hauling me always are the voices
{Tell us are you ready now?}
Sometimes I wonder if they´re real
{We're ready to receive you now}
Or is it my own imagination?
{Have you any more to say?}
Guilt is a wound that's hard to heal
{It's a cross you have to bear}
Could it be evil thoughts become me
{Tell us what you're thinking now}
Some things are better left unsaid
Magical moment
The spell it is breaking
There is no light here
Is there no key?


Editions Of You

Well I'm here looking through an old picture frame
Just waiting for the perfect view
I hope something special will step in to my life
Another fine edition of you
A pin-up done in shades of blue

Sometimes you find a yearning for the quiet life
The country air and all its joys
But badgers couldn't compensate at twice the price
For just another night with the boys oh yeah
And boys will be boys, will be boys

They say love's a gamble, hard to win, easy lose
And while sun shines you'd better make hay
So if life is your table and fate is the wheel
Then let the chips fall where they may
In modern times the modern way...ay...ay...ay

And as I was drifting past the Lorelei
I heard those slinky sirens wail - whooo
So look out sailor when you hear them croon
You'll never be the same again oh no
Their crazy music drives you insane - this way

So love me, leave me. do what you will
Who knows what tomorrow might bring?
Learn from your mistakes is my only advice
And stay cool is still the main rule
Don't play yourself for a fool
Too much cheesecake too soon
Old money's better than new
No mention in the latest Tribune
And don't let this happen to you.


In Every Dream Home a Heartache

In every dream home a heartache
And every step I take
Takes me further from heaven

Is there a heaven?
I`d like to think so

Standards of living
They are rising daily
But home oh sweet home
It only a saying

From bell push to faucet
In smart town apartment
The cottage is pretty
The main house a palace

Penthouse perfection
But what goes on
What to do there
Better pray there

Open plan living
Bungalow ranch style
All of its comforts
Seem so essential

I bought you mail order
My plain wrapper baby
Your skin is like vinyl
The perfect companion
You float in my new pool
Deluxe and delightful
Inflatable doll
My role is to serve you

Disposable darling
Can't throw you away now
Immortal and life size
My breath is inside you
I'll dress you up daily
And keep you till death sighs

Inflatable doll
Lover ungrateful
I blew up your body...
But you blew my mind

Oh Those Heartaches
Dreamhome Heartaches

Oh Those Heartaches
Dreamhome Heartaches

Oh Those Heartaches
Dreamhome Heartaches

Oh Those Heartaches
(Fades out then back again)


The Bogus Man

The bogus man is on his way
As fast as he can run
He's tired but he'll get to you
And shoot you with his gun

Focussed his mind
On something he cared about
But it came out a shout
Just like before

The bogus man is at your heels
Now clutching at your coat
You must be quick now hurry up
He's scratching at your throat

Concealed his doubt
By skilful evasion
But he couldn't find out
About deception

The bogus man is on his way
As fast as he can run
He's tired but he'll get to you
And show you lots of fun


Grey Lagoons

Blue suns and grey lagoons
Silver starfish with honeymoons
All these and more to choose
If you...

Satin teardrops on velvet lights
Morning sickness on Friday nights
Heaven knows what others I might bring
To you...

Broken partings making strange goodbyes
Hopeless cases with fake alibis
Even hoping we'll be there to share
With you...

Blue suns and grey lagoons
Grey lagoons
Grey lagoons


For Your Pleasure

For your pleasure
In our present state
Part false part true
Like anything
We present ourselves

The words we use tumble
All over your shoulder
Gravel hard and loose

There all night lying
With your dark horse hiding
Abhorring such extremes

You're rubbing shoulders
With the stars at night
Shining so bright

Getting older
But you'll wake up soon
And fight

In the morning
Things you worried about
Last night...

Will seem lighter
I hope things
Will turn out right

Old man
Through every step a change
You watch me walk away
Tara tara....
 

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