Tainted Love tells you more or less everything you need to know about this album: like most of their ilk from the 80's, Soft Cell found their synth sound, found their basic attitude, and stuck to it out of a supreme confidence, consistency, or a lack of imagination.
Soft Cell justify that consistency better than most though: the album's all needing wanting more, grasping for that greater thrill, chasing that next high, a treadmill in molasses at a million miles an hour. The songs loop with sparking heels and neon buzz, words drip from mouths with pre-Blur disdain, we wander through identical clubs, down identical streets, through a night that never ends, through nights that never end, highs and lows blur together. Over the top, saxes scream, girls chant, and voices whisper "sexxx dwaarff" in dimly lit underground Love Shack raveup comedown. It's cool, it's weird, it's exciting, it's boring, it's endless and over too soon. It completely cancels itself out and does it so well that it comes out ahead 4/5
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