Oi, Patrick Bateman!
I love that I've made it onto your signature. Nice to see you filter through the Erasure forum like a true fan would.
Here's a proper, non-selective transcription of my post:
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I received mine two days ago - and I'm still in shock from it. What a spectacular package! It's a full on book with such a great historical write-up on the band.
I'm discovering new things about many of the songs. I went on a very long drive, and by "Am I Right?" my face was wet with tears. There are no other pop songs like these, nowhere, and there never will be. Songs that I once felt were the weakest of the Erasure singles catalogue, like "The Circus" and "Love To Hate You" have been reignited with a remarkable fire they've never had. Andy's voice on "Am I Right?" moves beyond the description possible by words - it's full emotion and full art. I hear this voice then look around at Erasure's "competition" - all those other bands that came from the same era, and for the love of God, just how much they pale in comparison. When fully immersed in these extraordinary songs, it becomes plain as day that there never was competition in the first place.
'Lightweights' like "Blue Savannah," "Run To The Sun," "Breathe Of Life," and "Rain" seem to have been electrified, and most importantly, relevant again to the point of inspiring a new generation of pop musicians.
The seminal 'heavy-hitters' like "A Little Respect" and "Fingers & Thumbs (Cold Summer's Day)" seem to have added
muscle to their frame and aged into beings more attractive than when they were younger.
Of course, it's not all sparkle and gleam. Although certain background Vince-isms are brought up in the mix, various explosive elements seem to have been quieted to a lesser effectiveness. Point in case: "Drama!" That planet detonating monster middle-eight synthline seems to have a tranquiliser dart shot into its rump. Oppositely, other middle-eights, like the oceanic whistling of "In My Arms" have been brought up to levels that seem like an oversight. Furthermore, the inclusion of JC's ever-so-non-Erasure blasphemy "Moon & The Sky" is a mistaken aberration.
These are paltry complaints, however, in the face of this superior collection - pop music's greatest triumph. Simply unattainable heights by any other band.
This is the Mount Olympus of pop music - not the highest mountain in the world, as an acknowledgement of the erratic chart performance, but by far the only miraculous mountain in existence. All other mountains are just rocks when ours is spellbinding magic.
This is a proud day for all of us.