This is just like Patrick McGoohan's 'The Prisoner' itself! Some people get it and love it, even obsessing over it; others cannot get it at all so they stand there wondering what the fuss is all about anyway. I flatter myself that I belong in the first category. I love 'The Prisoner', but that's not the reason I love this album whose re-issue by CherryRed early this year I was anticipating for months.
This is a package of goodies! First of all the original album back from 1983, then previously unreleased on CD singles, alternative session tracks, and a booklet with sleevenotes, with quotes, thoughts, photographs, etc. Play the cd from the start and find yourself unable to sit down. Well-thought lyrics, beats to die for, and Edward Ball's voice exhibiting its chameleon-like possibilities! This is a paganist album in a world where deities like Joe Orton, The Beatles, early David Bowie, the Kinks, Andy Warhol, and of course Number 6, reign. This album is not just for your pricked-up-ears, is also for your eyes, at least I find it one of the most visual albums ever made. Behind every song there's a story, a narrative that generates images in a Lichtensteinian way. I won't tell you about the images in my head, you have to listen to it yourselves. You might think otherwise; it is a Democracy after all, or in the words of No6 himself "This farce... this 20th century Bastille that pretends to be a pocket Democracy... Can you laugh? Can you cry? Can you think?" (The Prisoner, "Free For All"). One thing's for sure: listening to this you are going to laugh and cry and think... well, and sing... and dance... and think some more if you are lucky. Imagine a Peter Blake parade, that's what Edward Ball creates here with his songs. And if you ever wondered where BritPop sprung from in the 1990s, well, don't look any further, here's your answer.