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Peter Gabriel
1986: Geffen 9 24088-2
I�ve loved this album since it came out but didn�t feel compelled to record any specific observations/thoughts until about 35 years later; it�s been appreciated enough in general, so promoting it as an overlooked gem wasn�t going to be the case and yet another celebration of it wasn�t needed. But then I realize the time had come when it might be worth chipping in my own bit.
As beautiful and uplifting as �Don�t Give Up�� is, I must emphasize that it�s in the song�s coda that I find the true core of the matter: that dark, almost grinding, deep sonic machinery through which the paired voices of hope struggle to shine. Cooing assurances are one thing: actually enduring those times as they continue to drag you under is quite another, and those who survive them are rare and toughened. Gabriel�s soundscape for the final section of this track is a grim and much-appreciated-by-me upfront reminder that the feel-good aspects of the song aren�t its whole.
In �Big Time,� which is cynically hilarious as well as entirely too true a representative of mid-1980s rather Trumpian material-obsession culture, the line that chills me most is �And my heaven will be a big heaven / And I will walk through the front door.�
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