It, too, tastes like fermented jellybeans bathed in stray-cat piss. You see Brothers In Arms, one of the biggest sellers of 1985, sounds like musical wine-cooler. You can even claim to try to like side two – it seems to have its own theme, leading up to the title track and barring the final song it’s not ruined by any monstrous, ghastly singles. Oh, sure, you can say you like the title track (I do). Feel no shame at all for loving the first two Dire Straits albums grab the third too – it’s good for a gander shame that silly goose Knopfler killed the band with its fifth album, Brothers In Arms. And the end result is some strange utterly British version of a type of Americana Knopfler’s influences finger-picking from country and folk and hillbilly styles. And the playing on those early Straits albums is killer-good particularly the jazzy strut and bounce of drummer Pick Withers so intuitive, sympathetic, guiding while following. Cale, borrowed a warble from Dylan and others – but I’ll always argue that to do what he did, the way he did it, right at the height of punk was – in its own way – a form of rebellion a type of punk move.Īnd fuck it, even if that’s stretching the definition for utmost convenience Knopfler was good. Knopfler might have nicked licks from Richard Thompson and J.J. It’s too easy to call it silly/boring pub-rock.
Communiqué is a classic that self-titled debut also. But I’ll stand by the first four Dire Straits albums – in fact if my house is going down in flames (and having just picked on the new Fat Freddy’s Drop album I should think that’ll happen anytime soon) obviously I’m going to care for my wife and child as best I can – but in that first armful I’ll also be grabbing the first two Dire Straits albums. The Knopflersauras and his dinosaur dad-rock gets chuckled on in much the same way that Phil Collins is instantly/easily reviled. It’s easy to take a pot-shot at Dire Straits and/or Mark Knopfler these days easy.
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