There comes a time when we must pause and honour not only the mountaintop triumphs, but every bit of the journey in between. "Watching The Sky", is a four-disc tribute to THE BANGLES, those Los Angeles daughters who would dream beyond the constrictive limits of what society would have them think was possible for women in rock and roll.
When Susanna Hoffs and the Peterson sisters, Vicki and Debbi, first sat down together in the early 1980s, they were a part of a movement that history would name the Paisley Underground. However, they were part of something greater: a soft revolution that declared, in the gentle power of jangly guitars and breezy harmonies, that creativity is not female, that talent is not limited, and that the human spirit will always manage to sing.
In tracks such as "Getting Out Of Hand" and "Call On Me", we don't hear the state-of-the-art perfection of their subsequent commercial peak, but something more precious, the raw ambition of young performers denied a platform. These bonus cuts are a reminder that every dream first has to be dreamed in darkness before it can shine in the light.
Their inaugural record in 1984, "All Over The Place", provides the background for this collection with the visionary declaration of "Hero Takes A Fall". Here was a group that understood, maybe instinctively, that heroism does not translate to never falling but getting up every time we fall. The cross between 1960s-style melodies and power-pop sensibilities on the record yielded something new, a sound at once retro and new, familiar and dissonant.
With "Different Light" The Bangles truly arrived in their promised land. "Manic Monday", that gift of mercy from Prince himself, had been their burning bush; almost a sudden flash of divine musical intervention announcing to the world that these four women would not, could not be ignored. When they told us to "Walk Like An Egyptian", millions obeyed, dancing to a beat that transverses cultural boundaries and united people in the simple joy of music.
The use of live cuts and extended versions on these albums illuminates the extent of The Bangles' abilities. The live medley of "Walking Down Your Street" and "James" demonstrates how they can take studio productions and make them breathing, living things that reached directly into the hearts of their audience.
Their final studio album, "Everything", completes this set with the fiery passion of their enduring ballad. "Eternal Flame" wasn't merely a song, a prayer, even, a musing on love's unending power beyond the fleeting nature of all things on this planet. When Susanna Hoffs sang those words, she spoke for every heart that ever loved with all its might, ever dared to hope against hope, ever believed some things are everlasting indeed.
The wealth of this collection, with John Earls' thoughtful essay to boot, is both celebration and education. We learn of Michael Steele's addition in 1983, her career from THE RUNAWAYS to complete the classic line-up. We witness the in-fighting leading to their breakup in 1989, a reminder that even the most sing-alike voices can occasionally get out of tune.
When Susanna Hoffs and the Peterson sisters, Vicki and Debbi, first sat down together in the early 1980s, they were a part of a movement that history would name the Paisley Underground. However, they were part of something greater: a soft revolution that declared, in the gentle power of jangly guitars and breezy harmonies, that creativity is not female, that talent is not limited, and that the human spirit will always manage to sing.
In tracks such as "Getting Out Of Hand" and "Call On Me", we don't hear the state-of-the-art perfection of their subsequent commercial peak, but something more precious, the raw ambition of young performers denied a platform. These bonus cuts are a reminder that every dream first has to be dreamed in darkness before it can shine in the light.
Their inaugural record in 1984, "All Over The Place", provides the background for this collection with the visionary declaration of "Hero Takes A Fall". Here was a group that understood, maybe instinctively, that heroism does not translate to never falling but getting up every time we fall. The cross between 1960s-style melodies and power-pop sensibilities on the record yielded something new, a sound at once retro and new, familiar and dissonant.
With "Different Light" The Bangles truly arrived in their promised land. "Manic Monday", that gift of mercy from Prince himself, had been their burning bush; almost a sudden flash of divine musical intervention announcing to the world that these four women would not, could not be ignored. When they told us to "Walk Like An Egyptian", millions obeyed, dancing to a beat that transverses cultural boundaries and united people in the simple joy of music.
The use of live cuts and extended versions on these albums illuminates the extent of The Bangles' abilities. The live medley of "Walking Down Your Street" and "James" demonstrates how they can take studio productions and make them breathing, living things that reached directly into the hearts of their audience.
Their final studio album, "Everything", completes this set with the fiery passion of their enduring ballad. "Eternal Flame" wasn't merely a song, a prayer, even, a musing on love's unending power beyond the fleeting nature of all things on this planet. When Susanna Hoffs sang those words, she spoke for every heart that ever loved with all its might, ever dared to hope against hope, ever believed some things are everlasting indeed.
The wealth of this collection, with John Earls' thoughtful essay to boot, is both celebration and education. We learn of Michael Steele's addition in 1983, her career from THE RUNAWAYS to complete the classic line-up. We witness the in-fighting leading to their breakup in 1989, a reminder that even the most sing-alike voices can occasionally get out of tune.
But what most comes to the forefront in these four discs is recognition of what THE BANGLES did in their brief lifespan. In an industry that too often pushed women onto the periphery, they claimed centre stage. In a universe that demanded they sacrifice commercial success or artistic integrity, they made such choices appear false dilemmas.
The B-sides and oddities scattered about on these discs, “What I Meant To Say", the transcendent dub version of "Hazy Shade Of Winter", remind us that art must be allowed beyond the confines of radio-friendly constructions. The Bangles understood that every song, whether destined for the charts or consigned as a bonus track, held within it the seed of human expression.
As I reflect on this record, I am reminded that action in any field, civil rights, music, human evolution, occurs not due to sweeping action, but due to the cumulative strength of individual acts of courage. Each time The Bangles took the stage, each time they harmonized together with each other in that perfect harmony, each time they defied being belittled by an industry that discounted their efforts, they rang a bell for justice and equality that still rings.
"Watching The Sky" is more than a box set, it is a document of dreams realized, of extended vacations taken, of harmony achieved both musically and socially. By keeping these recordings alive for centuries to come, we ensure that the fire The Bangles lit will continue to burn, inspiring new dreamers to pick up their instruments and add their voices to the great chorus of human expression.
The reach of music history is great, but it curves toward justice. The Bangles helped warp it, one flawless harmony at a time. This anthology is tribute and invitation alike, a remembering of what was done and an incitement to artists yet to come to keep coming, to keep singing, to keep singing about how beauty can move us, how love can overcome even the most deeply rooted of divisions.
Finally, The Bangles didn't merely gaze upward into the sky, instead, they reached up, grasped it in their hands, and sent us all a piece of heaven. This box set ensures their place in history will never dwindle, a beacon for all bold enough to imagine a world in which music knows no bounds and genius has no limits.
Score 9/10. Not in deficiency, but in reverence. For even the flame that burns eternal leaves room for the sky above it. And the sky, is vast. Words: Matt Denny.
The B-sides and oddities scattered about on these discs, “What I Meant To Say", the transcendent dub version of "Hazy Shade Of Winter", remind us that art must be allowed beyond the confines of radio-friendly constructions. The Bangles understood that every song, whether destined for the charts or consigned as a bonus track, held within it the seed of human expression.
As I reflect on this record, I am reminded that action in any field, civil rights, music, human evolution, occurs not due to sweeping action, but due to the cumulative strength of individual acts of courage. Each time The Bangles took the stage, each time they harmonized together with each other in that perfect harmony, each time they defied being belittled by an industry that discounted their efforts, they rang a bell for justice and equality that still rings.
"Watching The Sky" is more than a box set, it is a document of dreams realized, of extended vacations taken, of harmony achieved both musically and socially. By keeping these recordings alive for centuries to come, we ensure that the fire The Bangles lit will continue to burn, inspiring new dreamers to pick up their instruments and add their voices to the great chorus of human expression.
The reach of music history is great, but it curves toward justice. The Bangles helped warp it, one flawless harmony at a time. This anthology is tribute and invitation alike, a remembering of what was done and an incitement to artists yet to come to keep coming, to keep singing, to keep singing about how beauty can move us, how love can overcome even the most deeply rooted of divisions.
Finally, The Bangles didn't merely gaze upward into the sky, instead, they reached up, grasped it in their hands, and sent us all a piece of heaven. This box set ensures their place in history will never dwindle, a beacon for all bold enough to imagine a world in which music knows no bounds and genius has no limits.
Score 9/10. Not in deficiency, but in reverence. For even the flame that burns eternal leaves room for the sky above it. And the sky, is vast. Words: Matt Denny.
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