Current events had me thinking about one of my very favorite 80's records, Midnight Oil's 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1. The sound on this record is really weird -- it's got a strange, maximally processed drum sound (all the more prominent because Rob Hirst is such a f'ing amazing drummer) and all sorts of odd, delicate synth flourishes, all with Peter Garrett alternately ranting and lamenting. The songs are incredible -- what the anthems lack in subtlety they make up for in singalong catchiness ("US Forces"), reckless abandon ("Only The Strong", "Power and the Passion" [which features one of the few musically useful drum solos in the history of recorded rock music], "Read About It"), and texture ("Outside World", "Tin Legs and Tin Mines".)
The following album, Red Sails In The Sunset, was almost, but not quite as good, but the succeeding ones went way over the line into preachy for me.
Anxious after the delay, Gruber doesn’t waste any time getting the Koenig
[a modified Porsche] up to speed, and almost immediately we are blowing off
Alfas, Fiats, and Lancias full of excited Italians. These people love fast
cars. But they love sport too and no passing encounter goes unchallenged.
Nothing serious, just two wheels into your lane as you’re bearing down on
them at 130-plus — to see if you’re paying attention.
— Road & Track article about driving two absurdly fast
cars across Europe.