Last Saturday evening, I saw Gary Numan play a concert in which the selection of tracks were chosen exclusively from his first 4 albums. Top notch.
In preparation for this event I immersed myself in the perennial classic:
Tubeway Army - Replicas
A masterpiece from a much maligned pioneer of synth rock, Gary Numan. The lonely androgynous lyrical themes encompass Philip K Dick, William Burroughs and J. G. Ballard (indeed including the occasional direct quotes from their novels) to promote a sensation of a disassociated, aloof and ultimately bewildered interaction with a mildly terrifying dystopian day-after-tomorrow future environment. A backdrop of icy but vigorously pumping mechanised music compliments the isolated and defeated tales of a humanity made redundant by progress, which are repeated throughout the album. A paean to the loss of self in an era of overwhelming mass-production dominated by a regime of merciless android authority yet curiously interspersed with enchanting film-noir undertones.
"Yellowed newspapers tell the story of someone
Do you know this man? Tomorrow the cure
Only police ever see night time for real
Turn on the light and cry - no more, no more"