whack version of "Crocodile Rock" that bounces a long at an inoffensive but movable pace. Good clean fun that won't tax your already overworked brain cells.
I Didn't Have The Nerve To Say No: Excedrin headache number S. The teen crisis done up to a rock and rolling farethee-well. Enthusiastic vocals and a
common sense balance of rock dynamics. it's songs like this that would have made the onset of puberty a bit easier to take.
Love At The Pier: Great pop torn straight from the pages of True Confessions as the prospects of a close encounter in the sand evolves into a highly melodramatic tour de force. We never find out if she does or not but, in this song, getting there is more than enough compensation.
No Imagination: Love on a cerebellum level allows for a bit of the old verbal flexing. Some calculating alliteration goes hand in hand with some thudding guitar chords in a racy outing, most of which you probably missed if you blinked. Good for repeated listenings.
Kidnapper has Blondie showing some goodtime roots in a honky tonk vien and proves an unusual segue into the straiehtahead dramatic metal of Detroit 442. Both show extreme influencPc
_ with the chops to handle
And finally Cautious Lip: An unintentional aside to Patti Smith that has Debbie milking a bizzarre pairing of blues and pop for everything emotionally possible.
Superlatives get old after a while and the time honored cliches just don't do Plastic Letters justice. Suffice it to say that Blondie's Plastic Letters are intellectual night moves.