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Roxy Music: Manifesto

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Label: Virgin Records
Released: 1979
Time:
 42:42
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): See Artists...
Rating: ******.... (6/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.roxyrama.com
Appears with: Bryan Ferry
Purchase date: 2010.01.28
Price in €: 2,00





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[1] Manifesto (B.Ferry/Ph.Manzanera) - 5:29
[2] Trash (B.Ferry/Ph.Manzanera) - 2:14
[3] Angel Eyes (B.Ferry/A.Mackay) - 3:32
[4] Still Falls the Rain (B.Ferry/Ph.Manzanera) - 4:13
[5] Stronger Through the Years (B.Ferry) - 6:16
[6] Ain't That So (B.Ferry) - 5:39
[7] My Little Girl (B.Ferry/Ph.Manzanera) - 3:17
[8] Dance Away (B.Ferry) - 3:48
[9] Cry, Cry, Cry (B.Ferry) - 2:55
[10] Spin Me Round (B.Ferry) - 5:15

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Bryan Ferry - Keyboards, Vocals, Cover Art, Producer
Phil Manzanera - Guitar, Producer
Paul Carrack - Keyboards, Producer
Andy Mackay - Saxophone, Producer
Alan Spenner - Bass, Producer
Paul Thompson - Drums, Producer
Gary Tibbs - Bass, Producer

Rhett Davies - Engineer
Jimmy Douglass - Engineer
Randy Mason - Engineer
Bob Clearmountain - Mixing
Bob Ludwig - Digital Remastering
Neil Kirk - Cover Art
Anthony Price - Cover Art
Antony Price - Cover Art
 

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


1979 LP Virgin 47458
1987 CD EG Records 38
1989 CD Reprise 2-26046
1999 CD EMI Music Distribution 847437
2000 CD Virgin 47458
2003 CD Virgin 
2007 CD EMI Music Distribution 68827
2008 CD Caroline Distribution 16915

MANIFESTO was Roxy Music's 1979 return after a hiatus of several years. This second phase of the band continued in the direction begun with their 1975 album SIREN. Lush romanticism now enveloped their sound, softening the barbs and burrs that had been a characteristic since their art school beginnings with Brian Eno at the start of the decade. MANIFESTO yielded several hits and songs of enduring popularity in the Bryan Ferry songbook, notably "Angel Eyes" and "Dance Away". The latter, in fact, sounds of a piece with Ferry's eighties solo work--gorgeous, lush, and exceedingly romantic. This album and its two successors (FLESH & BLOOD and AVALON) effectively form a bridge from the glam-rock of the early '70s to the more sedate, but rich and confident, sounds of pop musicfor adults.



Returning to action after four years of solo projects, Roxy Music redefined its sound and agenda on Manifesto. More than ever, Roxy sounds like Bryan Ferry's backing band, as the group strips away its art rock influences, edits out the instrumental interludes in favor of concise pop songs, and adds layers of stylish disco rhythms. Although the songwriting is distressingly inconsistent, there are a number of wonderful moments on the record, particularly in the sighing "Angel Eyes" and the heartbroken "Dance Away." Still, trading sonic adventure for lush, accessible disco-pop isn't entirely satisfactory, even if it is momentarily seductive.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine - All Music Guide



The key to Roxy Music's success is that from the start they were grown men playing rock & roll. Coming to stardom in his late 20s, Bryan Ferry had the knowledge and experience to invest his songs with novelty and depraved intelligence, but was sufficiently new to the whole thing that Roxy always sounded fresh. When they started getting on each others' nerves, they had the presence of mind to split up for a while, and reform when they felt like it - the result was Manifesto, a unique, compelling record that could well be their best album. Informed by the rhythms and radiance of disco, with a vicious edge that recalls their early recordings, and the effortless fluidity of Avalon and Flesh & Blood, it's the consummate Roxy record. The singles - "Dance Away", "Trash" and "Angel Eyes" - showcase the album's range, spanning saxophone suavity, fractious rock and hypnotic, disorientating disco. But the real jewel is the title track, a taut tapestry of rhythm and noise that they never topped.

Taylor Parkes - Amazon.co.uk



Vier Jahre nach der ersten Auflösung von Roxy Music beschlossen Sänger Bryan Ferry, Saxofonist Andy Mackay und Gitarrist Phil Manzanera nach unterschiedlichen Soloerfolgen die Neuauflage der Band und veröffentlichten 1979 das Album Manifesto. Neben Schlagzeuger Paul Thompson gehörten als Neue die Bassisten Gary Tipps und Alan Spenner sowie Keyboarder Paul Carrack der Gruppe an. Aus den bekannten Merkmalen früherer Platten mischten sie geschickt und geschmackssicher einen Disco-Edelstoff, der sich als treffsicheres Top Ten-Material erwies. Die Hitsingles "Dance Away" und "Angel Eyes" brachten den Engländern erneute Aufmerksamkeit, die sich mit ihrer Pop-Ästhetik aus Versatzstücken diverser Musikstile nicht nur souverän gegen Punk und New Wave behaupten konnten, sondern junge Musiker mit ihrer Vorstellung von "Trash" gar beeinflussten.

Ingeborg Schober - Amazon.de



Roxy's back and their smokey, funky, almost eastern sound is as good as ever. Bryan Ferry's "in-the-shadow" vocals beg you to come closer. My only complaint is that there aren't more ballads. "Spin Me Around" is superb. Try "Manifesto" and "Dance Away." "Angel Eyes" and "Stronger Through The Years" can be avoided. A solid reunion effort.

CMJ.com - Nov 10, 2000



Roxy Music has not gone disco. Roxy Music has not particularly gone anywhere else either.

Manifesto is the band's first release since it broke up after the obligatory lousy live LP in 1976. Though far more interesting than most such sets (Who can forget the Byrds' numbing 1973 reunion album? Who can remember a thing that was on it?), it offers only embellishments on the Roxy sound and story. The new record is a lovely footnote, but it can lead nowhere.

That sound and story deserve a footnote: both were among the most glorious and eccentric of the Seventies. The band—especially guitarist Phil Manzanera, saxophonist Andy Mackay, drummer Paul Thompson and Eddie Jobson (missing on Manifesto) on synthesizer — produced railing hard rock or smoky dreamscapes; always the musicians played with precision, individuality and intelligence. Bryan Ferry sang as if he never noticed there was anyone behind him, so lost was he in a strange, abandoned theater of heartbreak, desperate longings and general post-Great Warangst. Roxy Music made it all funny and stirring at the same time, storming through Stranded and finishing up with Siren. Siren was perhaps the most perfectly crafted album of the decade, as well as Ferry's heart-on-his-sleeve break with the cynicism of the confused hustler's persona he'd carried so long.

Manifesto is bits and pieces of all that. The songs ending each side fade out with real grace and leave you hanging, wanting more — drenched in a romance out of reach. "Still Falls the Rain" is a quiet, forgiving ballad in the purest Roxy style, full of tiny touches that occur only once, teasing you to wait for a repetition that never comes. Manzanera's four little notes, almost buried in the distant band sound, underline Ferry's emotion: those notes are as surprising as anything Manzanera's ever played, and they carry as strong an echo. "Cry, Cry, Cry" is a horrible piece of old-fashioned soul, and yet, as "Spin Me Round" takes over and closes out the set, you forget all about the mistakes and drift away, just like Dobie Gray said you could.

So the record has its moments — moments few bands even know about—but as with the brazenly (and meaninglessly) titled "Manifesto," they add up to little. Ferry announces he's for the guy "who'd rather die than be tied down"; he's rarely traded on such banality, and he mouths the lyrics as if he hopes no one will hear them. The sound may be alive, but the story is almost silent.

It's not that Ferry has given it up. He began making solo albums long before Roxy called it a day — starting with his outrageous collection of oldies covers, These Foolish Things, and continuing through last year's astonishing The Bride Stripped Bare—and on those LPs, the tale of a man struggling to find himself behind his mask, and a lover behind hers, goes on. It's a tale couched in melodrama but driven by terror and compassion: what it has is the intensity Manifesto never reaches for.

Manifesto betrays no pandering to nostalgia, but on it, Bryan Ferry looks back to old loves, remembers fondly, accepts what he cannot have: he feels safe from the hope those loves stood for, from the dangers of the lust they summoned. As in "Still Falls the Rain," this is a shining conception, and the people this state of mind calls up come to life in the music. But like Manifesto itself, such a respite can be no more than a respite, a holding action. The struggle is merely out of sight, and on Ferry's own records, I'd imagine, that struggle will soon be back on center stage.

GREIL MARCUS - Oct 18, 2002
RollingStone.com
  

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Manifesto

I am for a life around the corner
That takes you by surprise
That comes leaves all you need
And more besides
I am for a life and time by numbers
Blast in fast ´n´ low
Add ´em up, account for luck
You never know
I am into friendship and plain sailing
Through frenzied ports o´ call
O shake the hand to beat the band
With love is all
Or nothing to the man who wants tomorrow
There´s one in every town
A crazy guy, he'd rather die
Than be tied down
I am for the man who drives the hammer
To rock you 'til the grave
His power drill shocks
A million miles away
I am for the revolution´s coming
I don´t know where she´s been
For those who dare because it´s there
I know I´ve seen
Now and then I´ve suffered imperfection
I´ve studied marble flaws
And faces drawn pale and worn
By many tears
I am that I am from out of nowhere
to fight without a cause
Roots strain against the grain
With brute force you´d better
Hold out when you´re in doubt
Question what you see
And when you find an answer
Bring it home to me.


Trash

Are you customised or ready-made?
Heavy metal trick or treat?
Only seventeen
On the level trash is neat
Teenage fever oh you´ve got it bad
Caught the flavour want it all
Only seventeen
Bet you know the trash I mean
Row your features into magazines
Go to Plaza - where´s the trade?
Only seventeen
Slips are lower trash is in


Angel eyes

Angel eyes - am I deceived or did you sigh?
For all I know you let you love light
Shine on me
Angel eyes - you never close, who´s got the time?
I can wait until your love light
Shine on me
Angel eyes - seems to me you fill the skies
I´m far below so let your love light
Shine on me
Angel eyes - on the wing and open wide
No matter how high the moon
Shine down on me


Still Falls The Rain

Dear Hyde -
No more can I
Explain, I´ve tried
With words in vain
They pass you by
Like falling rain
From perfect skies
Still falls the rain
Inside
Hey brother don´t be square
Here it is not over there
I´m your man - I´ve got it made
You need my fire you need my shade
You´re here Hyde -
Once more inspire
This strangely tied
Uncertain frame
So torn inside
Still falls the rain
Two minds, one vein
Still falls the rain
Inside
Hey doctor don´t be scared
It´s you and me so where´s my share?
I´m the man just move aside
Call me mister call me Hyde
Hey lover don´t be shy
I´m a single minded guy
Better watch me - boy I´m rough
Half a man ain´t strong enough
Hey brother don´t be square
Here it is not over there
I´m your man - I´ve got it made
You feed my fire you need my shade


Stronger Through The Years

Through the undercover hour
Bad and bleak
To be brief - too much sorrow
And flesh is weak
No more feelings
No more tears
The river´s wide enough
Flowing stronger through the years
Silver lips - kisses borrowed
Glances steal
To quick - how they quiver
Too late they´re sealed
No more feelings
No more tears
The river´s wide enough
Flowing stronger through the years


Ain't That So

I've been around
So far it seems
Too bad the blues
Blew my schemes
Dynamite
Such sweet surprise
In southern heat
Or northern skies
Ain't that so
Shadows cling
Where shutters close
Who can tell
Heaven knows
Why some can laugh
And some can sing
Stand in line
Or get on down and swing
Ain't that so
Cross the street
who's ringing bells?
Peeling walls
Of cheap hotels
Neon flare
A sudden chill
And there you lie
And time stands still
Ain't that so


My Little Girl

Walking home tonight
It came as no surprise
Certain parties making out
Before my eyes
My little girl
Or woman of the world
There´s a small cafe
Where lovers take their time
It´s good for rainy days
Too bad the weather's fine
My little girl
Or woman of the world
What´s the story?
True to life or just a lie
See you later -
What´s so new about goodbye?
My little girl
Or woman of the world


Dance Away

Yesterday, when it seemed so cool,
When I walked you home, kiss goodnight,
I said "it's love", you said "alright".
Its funny how, I could never cry,
Until tonight, when you pass by,
Hand-in-Hand with another guy,
You're dressed to kill, and guess whos dying...

Dance away the heartache,
Dance away, tears.
Dance away the heartache,
Dance away, fears.
Dance away...

Loneliness, is a crowded room,
Full of open hearts, turned to stone.
All together, all alone.
All at once, my whole world had changed.
Now I'm in the dark, off the wall,
Lit the strobe light up the wall.
I close my eyes, and dance til dawn.

Dance away the heartache,
Dance away, tears.
Dance away the heartache,
Dance away, fears.
Dance away...
Dance away...
Dance away...

Now I know, I must walk the line
Until i find an open door,
Off the street or onto the floor.
There was I, many times a fool,
I hoped and prayed, but not too much,
Out of reach is out of touch,
All the way is far enough.

Dance away the heartache,
Dance away, tears.
Dance away the heartache,
Dance away, fears.
Dance away the heartache,
Dance away, tears.
Dance away the heartache,
Dance away, fears.
(fade)


Cry, Cry, Cry

Are you ready for bad blood?
I´ve got my share
I´m sick of them sweet sweet nothings
Oh! In my ear
Ain´t funny I´m the honey
All your money just can´t buy
So baby you can cry cry cry
Now the last laugh is mine
You ready for hot stuff?
Be prepared
I´m sick of your cheap cheap hustle
Oh! Don´t cha dare
Let us pray the lord have mercy
On your mercenary mind
´Cause even if you cry cry cry
Your heart out
I won´t be kind
Are you ready for good times?
Hard to bear!
You´re steppin´ on holy ground
Hold it there!
I´m fading out your hologram -
A phoney toothpaste smile
Remember when you cry cry cry
Your heart out
I did mine


Spin Me Round

Now the ballroom´s empty
Everybody I have known
Has been and gone
With the music over
Here am I
A shadow echoing on
Spin me round...
Now there must be something
In what they say of all things
Great and small
There´s dozen roses
Lying almost dying
To say all
Spin me round...
A nether world dancing toy
I´m wired for sound
Does it matter to me
Who turns the key?
Now if life is for living
Then the way is clear
But I don´t understand
Why the dream has ended
Yet I can´t wake up
Lend a hand -
Spin a round...
 

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