Being the obsessive New Order fan that I am, I regularly think about tracks, contexts and moments. In fact I could probably soundtrack most of every day with particular New Order songs, although I have yet to find a suitable juncture for Rock The Shack!
Anyway, the other day I was driving up into the hills of the Gold Coast hinterland with my better half; winding country roads, the dappled sunlight coming through the forest canopy, the smell of recent rain etc, when it occurred to me – not just because Lost Sirens is getting a workout at the moment – that Recoil, with its gorgeous piano, soporific lounge beats, Hooky’s lovely meanderings, the subtle strings, Phil’s smooth guitar work, and Bernard in full wistful/regret mode, was the perfect track for that moment. If ever you find yourself on an aimless afternoon drive to escape the city and clear your head, you’ll find that Recoil serves very nicely. I love that its a majority-instrumental that eschews the template of a fair percentage of New Order’s songwriting of the period; in particular that it has no choruses, and that it isn’t a misplaced attempt to ape anyone else.
I’m finding myself re-evaluating Lost Sirens, although I know there are several sinkholes in its topography. It has lain largely dormant on my record shelf (despite its pleasing aesthetic) because I’d associated its release with such a grim period in the band’s history. Recoil is as good as any of the strong album tracks across the years, and there is just enough good-or-better material on the record to give it new life in my estimation. When the time comes for me to compile my best-of playlists at the (temporary?) end of these reviews, Lost Sirens will be represented.
Available on: Lost Sirens