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Slash OCTOBER 1979 - by Z
TALKING HEADS: FEAR OF MUSIC
This is a record. It has music. It's by four people called Talking Heads. They play some music. It's such good music. It has rhythm. Lots of rhythms. Some are disco. Some are slow. Some are funky. Some are funny. Some are fast. Some are jerky. Never boring. Always thinking. They work with rhythms like no one else does. They have a friend. His name is Eno. He works with sounds. Changes theirs. Makes them haunting. Makes them strange. He's found his match. It is with Talking Heads. They have a singer. His name is David. He sings real high. He sings real strained. He makes his voice do all sorts of things. Much more different than he's ever done before. He writes the words. They are quite simple. But the meaning - they are not simple. Simple objets - a thousand meanings. One word. One world. One group. They are Talking Heads. They are geniuses. I am jealous. Critics analyse. I am cautious. I could gush. I could explode. But I paraphrase. "This ain't no punk. This ain't no new wave. This is important." More than you'll ever know till ten years later.