365 – New Music Daily

I fiddled too long with this title formatting. Leave it as it is. Don’t you dare comment on it. WordPress, you have your problems. Third leg of The Police discography run through was an album that sonically teleports me back to my childhood, although I am not 50 years old, it is true. I can vividly remember them jamming in that strange candle room, and will continue to vividly remember that strangely unforgettable image every time I hear Wrapped Around Your Finger. Another one of music’s best qualities, and one that often leaves lasting impressions on your taste.

I hope that if my future kin exist, I play them lots of Waka Flocka so they can understand his importance to the trap genre and will hold that forever, just like I hold Stuart and Sting dancing around the candles.

I really did enjoy this album – so let’s get this out of the way. What the fuck was Mother? I guess that, given a bit of thought, it makes sense that The Police would end up with some weird fucking songs, given they are pretty left field in some respects. But second straight album that I am left bamboozled, aghast, (queue Stephen A Smith meme for the rest) by a song in the midst of a really good run.

This album has a lot of The Police’s best qualities – Sting’s songwriting is very thematic and works really well, the compositions are a lot more bold, and of course, Copeland is impeccable. I still rank this slightly below Outlandos D’Amour – but this one is more of a differential of taste, whereas I think Zenyatta Mondatta is objectively worse. I just find Outlandos to be a lot more fun and love the groove.

One last note – I think Synchronicity II is one of their most underrated songs, and simultaneously one of their best.

Favorite songs: Synchronicity I, O My God, Miss Gradenko, Synchronicity II, Wrapped Around Your Finger, King of Pain, Murder by Numbers