Club 8 Club 8

Format: CD.
Label: Hidden Agenda.
Label reference #: AHA!024.
TK Mailorder Reference ID: M10433
Approximate release date: October 2, 2001.
Genres: Swedish Bands, Rock/Pop

Price: $12.22 [Out of Stock]
List price: $14.97


Track listing:

1. "Love In December"
2. "Boyfriends Stay"
3. "She Lives By The Water"
4. "The Sand And The Sea"
5. "Falling From Grace"
6. "Hope For Winter"
7. "London"
8. "Say A Prayer"
9. "A Place In My Heart"
10. "I Don't Need Anyone"
11. "Keeping Track Of Time"

Twee Kitten review of Club 8
by Keith Mclachlan

Kirby Puckett is in the Hall of Fame and yet Jack Morris is not. People go on about Kirby's performance in the 91 world series and seem to forget Jack's doing in that same world series when he pitched 10 magnificent innings in game 7 for the win? Was there ever a better gamer than Jack? And what about his other post-season glories with the Tigers and Blue Jays? If there is a place for Don Sutton in the Hall then Jack (most wins in the 80s) Morris probably deserves his own wing in order to even things out. Being overlooked then is the theme but here on the reverse because it seems Club 8 is greatly surpassing the flagging stature of its forebearer Acid House Kings. This is the first of two Club 8 records to be released this year and it is truly delightful. I've not any of the previous Club 8 records and always thought they were simply another swedish pop band more slight than the former Labor secretary Robert Reich. But they are far more substantive than my previous fears had coined them, the music often starts off bland enough but they have a knack for dramatic flourishes in the chorus and the voice is a gentle stir reminiscent of boring French cinema and it's cavalcade of breathy beauties. Trip-hop seems an embarrassing genre to lavish praise on but since this is hardly the cheesy, seductive type more of the library science love over a modem type I find myself falling for it hard. They are handsome people these Club 8 folks and their music rivals their physical appearance and therefore, once again, I am forced to eat my hat because it is on a Parasol affiliated label and here I am in the midst of enjoyment instead of revulsion. Ugh. Maybe the Jack Morris slight is mustache discrimination?



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