Welcome to northern soul! Joking aside, this is the only concept album by the British band ABC that is based on typically soul foundations, inspired by the Motown sound that made American R&B successful in the sixties and seventies.
In this album, "Alphabet City" (explanation of the title to follow), the formula was conducted in more modern and typically "British" terms, hence my not-so-risky definition of "Modern Northern Soul" for the genre of this record, for common mortals who are straightforward, simply vintage pop. Going back to the origins, of the five original members who composed the English band in 1982 (the debut with "The Lexicon of Love", opening the new wave along with Duran Duran and Culture Club, of "New romantic"), only two remain: the leader and vocalist Martin Fry and Mark White on guitar. Thanks to advancing technology and a large number of session men at Mercury, their label, two group components are sufficient to make do with synths and drum machines. It should be noted that their fourth record follows a series of great successes that made them known even outside the land of Margaret Thatcher, including "Poison Arrow", "The Look of Love" and "How to Be a Millionaire". This album is also the swan song of the typical ABC sound, based on an intelligent mix of electronic and acoustic, catchy and danceable, agile and smooth, which will disappear from the next album, "Up", characterized by the then-emerging "House music" sound.
Returning to "Alphabet City", dated precisely 1987, it must be said that a part, precisely the first two tracks, was produced under the supervision of a great figure in music, Nile Rodgers, who immediately instilled its characteristic traits by influencing a soul charge typical of the ex-leader of "Chic", producer, among others, of Madonna and David Bowie. So we head to a new city. When the album was released, Martin Fry was asked to describe Alphabet City in five adjectives; he said: suave, cosmopolitan, affluent, animated, shiny. Indeed, it's all you can deduce from the album: clean arrangements, captivating melodies, life-filled beats, unique timbres, precision, brilliance. An excellent way to carry Motown soul into the future. The work starts with a one-minute intro, "Avenue A", which with its noises and sounds introduces the listener into the urban dimension. It is followed by the first real track, "When Smokey Sings", a tribute to the charismatic figure of Smokey Robinson, a great interpreter of some of Motown's greatest hits, who worked alongside the likes of James Brown and Marvin Gaye. It's followed by the album's most successful single, the engaging yet mysterious "The Night You Murdered Love", the last major hit of the band from across the Channel. The album continues with high-class tracks: the fast-paced "Think Again" (always set in the atmospheres of the preceding track), the melodic "Rage and the Regret" and "Ark-angel", not much different from "Think Again". Next comes the album's third single, moderately successful in England, "King Without a Crown".
The album concludes with the mid-tempo "Bad Blood", the fast and sophisticated "Jealous Lover", and the romantic "One Day". It wraps up with a one-minute outro "Avenue Z", bringing the work to a silent close. Forty minutes of atmosphere, mystery, and charm pass by as fast as bullets and aptly convey the idea of "Alphabet City" as intended by its creators, primarily Martin Fry. Since I'm reviewing the CD reissue, I'll also mention the bonus tracks. After "Avenue Z", two B-sides from the single 45s released at the time for album promotion are presented. These aren't true songs but "showcases": they describe the atmospheres and sounds the band encountered during their American journey. So first, we find "Minneapolis", a three-minute presentation of the most typical sound by the producer duo Terry Lewis and Jimmy Jam, based in Minneapolis, made of Roland drum machines and DX-7 synths, so popular in their productions (Janet Jackson, SOS Band, The Human League, Ralph Tresvant ring any bells?). Then we move to an obsession of Martin Fry, the singer, the house music sound (very innovative at the time) of Chicago, found precisely in the next track, named without much imagination "Chicago", which features that acidic and relentless sound that would soon bring fortune to the English rave scene (Martin Fry was one of the key participants of the first acid-house rave in the United Kingdom, soon outlawed). After the "showcases", we move to a cut-off from the original album, the harmless "24 Carat Plastic". The (this time definitive) close of the disc is a hip-hop remix of "The Night You Murdered Love", an instrumental solo of "One Day", and an acid-house remix of "King Without a Crown" (Monarchy mix), surely a forerunner of the aforementioned British rave era on the horizon (soon suppressed by the Thatcher government).
In conclusion, "Alphabet City" is a nice record, quite conventional by ABC standards, but nevertheless a work worthy of more listens. Bonus tracks are always welcome, and this reissue is full of them, so it's another reason to purchase this CD. The sound of ABC will change definitively (as already mentioned) from the next album, "Up", but I'll talk about that another time.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Avenue A (00:56)
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02 When Smokey Sings (04:18)
Debonair lullabies in melodies revealed.
In deep despair on lonely nights.
He knows just how you feel.
The slyest rhymes - the sharpest suits.
In miracles made real.
Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night.
You know you're right just to hold her tight.
He soothes it right - makes it outtasite.
And everything's good in the world tonight!
When Smokey sings - I hear violins.
When Smokey sings - I forget everything.
As she's packing her things.
As she's spreading her wings.
The front door might slam.
But the back door it rings.
And Smokey sings...he sings.
Elegance in eloquence - for sale or rent or hire.
Should I say - Yes I match his best.
Then I would be a liar.
Symphonies that soothe the rage.
When lovers hearts catch fire.
Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night.
You know you're right just to hold her tight.
He soothes it right - makes it outtasite.
And everything's good in the world tonight!.
When Smokey sings - I hear violins.
When Smokey sings - I forget everything.
As she's packing her things.
As she's spreading her wings.
Smashing the hell.
With the heaven she brings.
Then Smokey sings...he sings.
(Would it be true to say.....)
Luther croons.
Sly's the original - originator.
James screams.
Marvin was the only innovator.
But nothing can compare.
Nothing can compare.
When Smokey sings.
When Smokey sings - I hear violins.
When Smokey sings - I forget everything.
As she's packing her things.
As she's spreading her wings.
She threw back the ring.
When Smokey sings...
Smokey sings...
Smokey sings...
04 Think Again (03:40)
Better call and collect
Treat me with respect
If you think our love is pedigree
Push a button... disconnect
Dial again... redirect
You're wrong... you know it isn't me
Totally misguided
Babe you're misadvised
Don't even try to fight it
You're promises are lies
Did you think our love was sacred
Well it's much too over-rated
Think again... you're wrong
And our love's a precious memory
Better look what heaven sent me
Think again you're wrong
Don't need a horoscope
Don't need a telescope
To see the way you cheat on me
Think I'd give up hope
Hanging by a rope
If I thought you'd never set me free
Totally misguided
Think our love is strong
Think I'd get excited?
I think you'd got it wrong
Did you think our love was sacred
Well it's much too over-rated
Think again... you're wrong
And our love's a precious memory
Better look what heaven sent me
Think again you're wrong
I'll admit to being confused
And I'm used to being used
Think again... you're wrong
So wrong... so wrong... so wrong
Think again... think again... think!
Think again...think!
Think again... think!
Love to believe you - love you and leave
You're wrong... so wrong
Hate to deceive you - love you then leave
You're wrong... so wrong
No secret sneak preview - don't need to see
You're wrong... so so wrong
05 Rage and Then Regret (03:33)
Was it rage or regret
Or the love I was feeling
In this age - who's perfect... are you?
Wasn't made to forget
This moment worth stealing
Was it rage or regret or the two
Every morning when I wake up
Wake up dreaming then... wake up dreaming
Build a temple from you fragrance
Build a chapel in your heart
Do you really understand
Do you feel the need to try
Do you even care for me
Do you ever wonder why
Rage and then regret
'Bout as real as real can get
Rage and then regret
Through the violence the angry silence
Does our love grow strong or die
A parachute or a pilot's licence
Do we fall in love or fly
Do you really understand
Do you feel the need to try
Do you even care for me
Do you ever wonder why
Rage and then regret
'Bout as real as real can get
Rage and then regret
The harder we come
The harder we fall
The harder it is to stand tall
The more that we fight
The more that we brawl
The more we're alike - that's all... that's all
Rage and then regret
'Bout as real as real can get
Rage and then regret
Rage and then regret
'Bout as real as real can get
There are things you don't forget
Anger cools to idle threats
06 Ark-Angel (04:55)
Red ribbon rainbow
A garland of gold for your hair
Wherever you go
I see faith crush despair
In chaos find courage
The answer to my prayer
Lipstick... liner... perfume... soap
Won't scrub this city or give it hope
You're the antidote... you're an...
Ark-Angel
Do you dream about me too
Ark-Angel
When I dream I dream of you
Ark-Angel
But could I change this world for you
Ark-Angel
You do... you do
Whisper it softly
Or scream your name out loud
God built an angel
In sun and sky and cloud
Then heaven sent vengeance
To a world that once stood proud
Lipstick... liner... perfume... soap
Won't scrub this city or give it hope
You're the antidote... you're an...
Ark-Angel
Do you dream about me too
Ark-Angel
When I dream I dream of you
Ark-Angel
But could I change this world for you
Ark-Angel
You do... you do... you do
Icarus rising - flies to close to the sun
Icarus falling - a moral for everyone
You're the only one... You're an...
Ark-Angel
Do you dream about me too
Ark-Angel
When I dream I dream of you
Ark-Angel
But could I change this world for you
Ark-Angel
Then fly... then fly... fly...
07 King Without a Crown (04:41)
Welcome to the great republic
Guess I should show you round
Where once I was a King, and now I am a clown
The love that we once shared, made a King of me
But now you're gone, but now you're gone
All I face is poverty
King without a heart, King without a hope
King without a woman baby
Oh, I'm a King without a crown
King without a heart, King without a hope
King without a woman baby
Oh, I'm a King without a crown
Hell hath no fury (Hell hath no fury)
Like a woman scorned (Like a woman scorned)
But heaven don't boast, no heaven don't boast
The jewel, the pretty jewel I just pawned (I just pawned)
Every cloud has a silver lining (Every dog has its day)
Oh, but I guess the sun stopped shining (shining, shining)
On the day you went away
King without a heart, King without a hope
King without a woman baby
Oh, I'm a King without a crown
King without a heart, King without a hope
King without a woman baby
Oh, I'm a King without a crown
King without a heart, King without a hope
King without a woman baby
Yes, I'm a King (King), King without a crown
Bathed in former glory, deposed from my throne
How do I get to tell my story
When all get's your answerphone, but you ain't home
With the love you gave, I felt like royalty
But now you're face to face, face to face
With one ex-member of the aristocracy
King without a heart, King without a hope
King without a woman, baby
Oh, I'm a King without a crown
King without a heart, King without a hope
King without a woman, baby
Oh, I'm a King without a crown
King without a heart, King without a hope
King without a woman, baby
Yes, I'm a King (King), King without a crown
There's no need to feel down
Yeah, just take a look around
You'll see a man who's just a man, nothing more
A King without a crown
08 Bad Blood (03:57)
Somehow... someway... somewhere
Bad blood - When you speak you know I'll listen
Bad blood - all your kisses now I'll miss them
Bad blood - a bulletin on in car system
Bad blood is back
There are those who complain
There are those who cope
there are those who lose all belief
There are those who still hope
There are those who can solve our problems
There are those who live life like a TV...
Life like a TV soap
Gonna bring bad blood
Bad blood - When you speak you know I'll listen
Bad blood - all your kisses now I'll miss them
Bad blood - a bulletin on in car system
Bad blood is back
There are those you should meet
There are those to avoid
There are those who act brave in defeat
There are those who feel destroyed
There are those who just mute the heartache
There are those for whom life ain't over...
Life ain't overjoyed
Gonna bring bad blood
Bad blood - When you speak you know I'll listen
Bad blood - all your kisses now I'll miss them
Bad blood - a bulletin on in car system
Bad blood is back
And bad blood breeds bad
What's good?
What's good?
What's good about goodbye?
Heartache...Heartache...Heartache...
Bad blood - When you speak you know I'll listen
Bad blood - all your kisses now I'll miss them
Bad blood - a bulletin on in car system
Bad blood is back
And bad blood breeds bad
Bad blood... bad blood...
12 Minneapolis (02:58)
Minneapolis
Minneapolis
Minneapolis
Minneapolis
Minneapolis
Minneapolis
Minneapolis
Minneapolis
Minneapolis
Minneapolis
Minneapolis
Minneapolis
Minneapolis Minneapolis Minneapolis
The sound born from the city of Minneapolis
The sound born from the city of Minneapolis
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15 Chicago (Abridged) (03:41)
Chicago
Chicago
Chicago
Chicago
Chicago
Chicago
Chicago
Chicago
Chicago
Woohoo whohoo whoohoo
Woohoo whohoo whoohoo
Woohoo whohoo whoohoo
Woohoo whohoo whoohoo
Woohoo whohoo whoohoo
Chica-Chica Chica-Chica
Chica-Chica Chica-Chica
Chica-Chica Chi-Chi-Chicago
Woowoo whoohoo whoohoo
Woowoo whoohoo whoohoo
Woowoo whoohoo whoohoo
Woowoo whoohoo whoohoo
Chica-Chica Chica-Chica
Chica-Chica Chica-Chica
Chica-Chica Chi-Chi-Chicago
Chica-Chica Chica-Chica
Chica-Chica Chica-Chica
Chica-Chica Chi-Chi-Chicago
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