The sunset of classic first-era Sparks arc - our protagonist a shadow now. A bridge to the genre-driven second-era Sparks, dropping backwards into full music hall -- so many horns and strings and quirky flourishes.
Propaganda was peak repetition, riding that hypnosis right on the knife's edge of thrilling. There's flashes of that magic here, the relentless chug of Happy Hunting Ground, the drunken swoon of How Are You Getting Home. But it falters, our hero shuddering on loose legs. Most of the songs are thin, goofy jokes boring after the first chorus. A clumsy stumble. Telling that the cover shows the band crashing to earth 3/5
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