Face '83: Animal Nightlife

Oh, god. This is what people tend to forget about The Face - it had a sharp eye for dance music, and could run a wry ruler over pop with the best of them, but it had a fatal attraction for lumpy British soul. Any band turning up in Carnaby Street with a roll-neck sweater and a saxophonist on the payroll was treated with such awed reverence you can only assume The Face's working title was "shh... they might be able to introduce us to Paul Weller."



The Face's judgement 4; judgement of history 4.

[Part of The Face's best recordings of 1983]

We'll be picking this up later...