The Police - Synchronicity [Digipak]
Facts
| Artist(s) | The Police |
| Studio | Interscope Records |
| Release Date | March 4, 2003 |
| UPC Code | 606949359928 |
| Buy this item | $9.97 at Amazon.com As of Oct 6 5:43 EDT (details) 1 Audio CD, Usually ships in 24 hours, Original recording reissued, Original recording remastered |
Tracks
- Synchronicity
- Walking In Your Footsteps
- O My God
- Mother
- Miss Gradenko
- Synchronicity II
- Every Breath You Take
- King Of Pain
- Wrapped Around Your Finger
- Tea In The Sahara
- Murder By Numbers
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User Reviews
Average user review:| Brilliance |
Their previous albums only set the table for Synchronicity. Sting, stung with king-sized pain from marital woes, calls on every creative fiber beneath his frown. The result: the Police were never better, cresting their talents in a musical finale that made me grateful, in a way, that they split afterward. I doubt they could have improved on this.
September 8, 2008
| Howay the Lad |
The Police, (splendidly ironic name, given the crimes they regularly got away with) are guilty as charged, and their last somnambulistic studio album, all gaseous protest, and Caribbean sun-tanned `caring' = an absolute drag.
To be fair(!) there's actually a couple of good songs on `Synchronicity'. `Every Breath Tou Take' is fairly strong and `Synchronicity II' is a revelation. Where Gordon dug this up is a mystery, steaming rock guitar riffing and passionate vocals? Steady on there boys. The irony can't have been lost on him though, the powerful left-wing lyrics must've seemed particularly appropriate as he sat in the recording studio in the Bahamas or wherever.(This at a time when all these so-called darling groups went to Montserrat or the Riviera to record albums. Why is beyond me, each and every one came back a disaster. Check out the Durannies, or even the Happy Mondays for irrefutable proof.)
It has an exiting prog-style `II' in the title, perhaps that's where Gordon's loyalties really lie; Cocktail Prog(!) and sticks out like a sore thumb from the calculated, moribund rest of `Synchronicity'
After the exertions of `II', it's pretty obvious Gordon and the rest of the band, (Andy Summers; been going longer than Pink Floyd and The Who PUT TOGETHER, and Stewart Copeland; a lanky twit drummer, with a style borrowed from that one off the Muppets.) were worn out, so they put down a pile of filler and headed off to the beach for a lie down.
Summers (and the first time any-one wrote about him, they were using 12-point copperplate and quills!) is particularly dull. Get up, play some feeble guitar, lie on the beach, have a little drink and a snooze. Collect cash. Nice work if you can get it. Being dreary isn't a crime in rock, otherwise we'd have anarchy, so he can't shoulder much of the blame for `Synchronicity'. The finger of accusation must point at Gordon, who is determined to stamp his creative authority on proceedings and not give a hoot his `creativity' isn't worth a jot.
He waffles on about mothers and murderers in abject isolation, thinking he's being really insightful and interesting, but in reality, he's boring every-one rigid. There's two words I always try to use in my reviews. One is 'looney', which doesn't really apply here, and the other is 'worthy', a horrid, nasty word implying the worst nadir of any art-form and one that could've been specially coined for Gordon. The 80's was full of `worthies`. Lacklustre half-talents,(and if for some reason you want to check `em out, have a butchers at the `Do They Know it's Christmas' video. Most of them are on there.) any surprise or originality long since ebbed away, but still wanting to be seen to be DOING THEIR BIT. Gordon was king in this company. `Hey, I'm a working class millionaire, but never mind me, look at this rain forest guy with a plate in his lip, that I've dragged halfway across the world and put on TV, in a dire and misguided attempt to show how caring I really am in my millions. (And I've got a solo album out that nobody's buying!)'. The worst kind of pop star, one who's filament wasn't blinding to begin with, but ending up being as weak and uncomfortable as that poor rain forest guy, thousands of miles from home, plonked like a freak-show in completely alien surroundings, but still having a nobility and charisma Gordon can only drool after. I hear all this desperation and thinly disguised self-aggrandizement running like veins through all of Gordon's `work' and here it's at an annoyingly high level.
To say `Synchronicity' is limp is like saying Hitler was a slightly misled person. Gordon may think he's walking on rock's wild side, but he's not really fooling any-one. We can all see whatever limited talent he had in the first place, has now run completely dry, and all the faux roots, jazzy licks and lounge crooning in the world won't change that.
I don't normally feel sympathy for people like Gordon. Working class people who've made many millions from other working class people who will `like' a certain music because it's drummed into them, but allow me a twinge. `Synchronicity' may be insipid and lukewarm, but it's `Astral Weeks' compared to his solo work.
It should've been called `Sycophantically'. Geddit?
April 5, 2008
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