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Track Listings
| 1. Friend Or Foe | |||
| 2. Something Girls | |||
| 3. Place In The Country | |||
| 4. Desperate But Not Serious | |||
| 5. Here Comes The Grump | |||
| 6. "Hello, I Love You" | |||
| 7. Goody Two Shoes | |||
| 8. Crackpot History And The Right To Lie | |||
| 9. Made Of Money | |||
| 10. Cajun Twisters | |||
| 11. Try This For Sighs | |||
| 12. Man Called Marco | |||
| 13. Goody Two Shoes | |||
| 14. Coup D'Etat | |||
| 15. Goody Two Shoes | |||
| 16. Here Comes The Grump | |||
| 17. Little Italy | |||
| 18. Maid of Money | |||
| 19. Place In The Country | |||
| 20. And So You Shall | |||
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Product Description
Digitally remastered, with 12 rare BONUS tracks! Glitzy 1982 album. Adam ex Adam & The Ants - his first without The Ants
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6 of 6 people found the following review helpful
Format:Audio CD
Hearing it recently reminded me of the days when an act could be bubblegum pop (the equivalent of Will or Gareth today) but still reasonably in charge of their career, have something vaguely intelligent to sing about (side 2 takes media treatment of celebs as a recurring theme) AND be musically imaginative. I saw Adam at Ipswich Gaumont in 1982, around the same time as this recording, and he was brill. Star songs on this disc include Something Girls, Desperate.... Here Comes The Grump and Cajun Twisters. Some bonus tracks on the CD (Out-takes, 45's that were different from album i.e. "Desperate...." and "Goody.." etc) would have been good, but for the music, 5 stars.
6 of 7 people found the following review helpful
Format:Audio CD
Adam Ant makes a concept album about schizophrenia and it's a hoot !
'Friend Or Foe' is a cruelly honest, introspective - but madly entertaining work.
Adam has always been deranged. A sexed-up painted dandy, clever enough not to take himself seriously, but naïve enough to believe that brackish honesty is by far the best policy. He's tricky too, you just know that while you praise 'FOF' to high Heaven and grovel at its erogenous majesty, he's already toddled off with his next bit of fluff.
'FOF'is the most pervertedly demented album you'll hear. It has cuckoo spaghetti western rockabilly guitar, clattering percussion, and Adam, mad as a badger, exposing himself, warts 'n' all, for the world to see.
He's never pretentious, not for a moment self-indulgent. He's like an academically uncouth schoolkid, forever acting the giddy-goat. He's the boy twitching up girls skirts with a twig, drilling holes in the shower walls and flashing his willy around the playground in a witless farrago of exhibitionism. A veritable frothing, post-punk mini-Michael Douglas in a Prussian tunic.
How could he be anything else but a sex-addicted pop subversive, fuelled by frost-bitten decadent insanity?
His songs are so much fun they should have health warnings. He relentlessly takes the mickey out of himself; by ironic spaz-dancing, in catchy thrumming choruses and even the twanging axe solo's seem to be mocking him. Freud would have a field day.
"I want those who get to know me, To become admirers or my enemies", Mr Ant chuckles, not giving a fig. He doesn't believe in long courtships, he just wants to get down to the hot and sticky nitty-gritty. He'll do roses and chocolates, as long as he gets what he want's at the end. Imagine a more-talented Russell Brand.
Thing is, he's so open about it all, you can't help but smile. Can't help 'admiring' some-one who can so publicly look deep into themselves, dissect everything out in the glare, and not care a damn.
And by extension of course, we can't do anything but look at ourselves. If Adam's this crackers, where does that leave us? If one man can cause this much focused chaos on a music album, what hope for the repressed rest?
Adam has the prognosis; 'Friend Or Foe' is kill or cure.
'Friend Or Foe' is a cruelly honest, introspective - but madly entertaining work.
Adam has always been deranged. A sexed-up painted dandy, clever enough not to take himself seriously, but naïve enough to believe that brackish honesty is by far the best policy. He's tricky too, you just know that while you praise 'FOF' to high Heaven and grovel at its erogenous majesty, he's already toddled off with his next bit of fluff.
'FOF'is the most pervertedly demented album you'll hear. It has cuckoo spaghetti western rockabilly guitar, clattering percussion, and Adam, mad as a badger, exposing himself, warts 'n' all, for the world to see.
He's never pretentious, not for a moment self-indulgent. He's like an academically uncouth schoolkid, forever acting the giddy-goat. He's the boy twitching up girls skirts with a twig, drilling holes in the shower walls and flashing his willy around the playground in a witless farrago of exhibitionism. A veritable frothing, post-punk mini-Michael Douglas in a Prussian tunic.
How could he be anything else but a sex-addicted pop subversive, fuelled by frost-bitten decadent insanity?
His songs are so much fun they should have health warnings. He relentlessly takes the mickey out of himself; by ironic spaz-dancing, in catchy thrumming choruses and even the twanging axe solo's seem to be mocking him. Freud would have a field day.
"I want those who get to know me, To become admirers or my enemies", Mr Ant chuckles, not giving a fig. He doesn't believe in long courtships, he just wants to get down to the hot and sticky nitty-gritty. He'll do roses and chocolates, as long as he gets what he want's at the end. Imagine a more-talented Russell Brand.
Thing is, he's so open about it all, you can't help but smile. Can't help 'admiring' some-one who can so publicly look deep into themselves, dissect everything out in the glare, and not care a damn.
And by extension of course, we can't do anything but look at ourselves. If Adam's this crackers, where does that leave us? If one man can cause this much focused chaos on a music album, what hope for the repressed rest?
Adam has the prognosis; 'Friend Or Foe' is kill or cure.
6 of 8 people found the following review helpful
Format:Audio CD
LOTS OF DRUMS AND BRASS. THREE AND HALF MINUTE CATCHY POPSONGS, NOT A STINKER AMONGST THEM. IT AMAZES ME HOW CRITICS COULD BESO CRUEL TO ADAM, WHEN SOME OF HIS STUFF REMINDS BE OF EARLY BLUR. 'PLACE IN THE COUNTRY' WILL HAVE YOU TAPPING YOUR FEET, 'HERE COMES THE GRUMP' AND WHO CAN FORGET 'GOODY TWO SHOES'. ADAM FINEST ALBUM WITH OR WITHOUT THE ANTS, AS LONG AS YOU LIKE UPBEAT CATCHY TOE TAPPING S0NGS.
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