The last one. Perhaps not the best. Heterogeneous, perhaps aged, musically crystalline, marks the end of an era. After six years since "Brothers in Arms," the anticipation did not aid the initial listening. You can sense Mark's restlessness, his desire for novelty, drawing from a past of R&B, country, folk. The galloping tunes are far gone, the gaze is sly and mature, almost detached. The purity of the guitar compensates for nearly everything.
You and Your Friend, above all. Then the title track. Calling Elvis, like a good Barolo. The older it gets, the more it is loved.
Mark will still have much (of beauty) to tell, but perhaps, if we had let them age, even the Dire could have kept us company in the following years, mellowed and charming.
"One of the most challenging tasks of an album is to succeed in making the listener’s mind wander through their own thoughts, memories, even dreams."
"Mark Knopfler’s determination not to make 'On Every Street' a carbon copy of 'Brothers In Arms' certainly finds confirmation in listening to the album."
The quality of the recordings is always excellent, but what’s missing are the indelible tracks, those that make you sigh with emotion.
"Calling Elvis" perfectly encapsulates the album’s soul, that is, "nice, but nothing exceptional."
The purity of the guitar compensates (almost everything).
The more it ages, the more it becomes lovable.
An album that never ages annually, renews itself, shows no signs of weariness, simple rock 'n' roll with undisputed class.
"My Parties" elevates Dire Straits to perhaps the best band on the planet, blending jazz blues with surreal yet brilliant lyrics.