It's in Kirk Windstein's deep, despaired, anger from the soul vocals. It's slow moving, in a trudging kind of way, and listening to it makes you feel as if you're in one of those dreams where you are trying to get away from a monster and you want to run, but your legs are moving so slow, you're doing a half crawl, half walk while this hideous monster gains on you. Odd Fellow's Rest is an album to listen to in the darkest of times or in the angriest of moods. I mean heavy in a "walking through a sludgy swamp in dense fog while wearing shoes made of steel and carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders" heavy. I thought I'd follow up CCR with a band that really is from the Bayou.
Plus, there's Roxanne, which is the song we use in our family to torture my sister, whose husband's first wife was named Roxanne. I can put this on and still think of Sting as a cool, punky kind of rocker dude instead of the self-important schmaltz factory he began.
This was and always will be my favorite Police album. The drumming was richer, the rythmns jazzier, the whole sound fuller. It was the arrangements of the songs that set them apart from whatever we were listening to at the time. What were the Police? Were they a little of both? Next to You, So Lonely and Peanuts had punk stylings, but there was something more to them, something broader than punk and deeper than rock. This was, in my little piece of suburbia a time of hard rock (Van Halen) and a time of punk (The Ramones). Really, no one else was making music like this. So, I never fell in love with a hooker and I wasn't born in the 50's and maybe I kept saying "Bologna" instead of "So Lonely," but this was the band for me. From the moment I heard that line and remembered when Bobby gave me my albums back and yea, they were scratched, I knew the Police knew me. And my LP records and they're all scratched
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