The Monochrome Set. Eligible bachelors.

Si hay un disco a recuperar de los olvidados de los ochenta, es este.
Las guitarras pre surf de los Ventures, vacile cabaretero, dark wave/post punk superado con nota, clavicordios cortesanos, el cantar resabiado y cansino de Lou, los aires desérticos de los western de Morricone; todo está aquí integrado, destilado en un nuevo estilo. Estilo es lo que define a The Monochrome Set o, más que estilo, clase.
The Monochrome Set son la antítesis de The Clash. Cuando The Clash hacía rock n' roll sonaban tan clásicos que podía dudarse de su autoría y cuando se atrevían con un reggae, parecían jamaicanos. The Monochrome Set, very british, tomaba el té a las cinco. A las cinco de la madrugada. Aprendieron de todos pero nunca renunciaron a lo que eran. Y, seguramente por eso, nadie los conoce.

THE JET SET JUNTA.


THE MONOCHROME SET. THE MIDAS TOUCH.
I saw the shape of things to come
The future in your eyes
The love you always meant to give
The bodyguard of lies

The hunting dog, the heated bitch
Le monsieur et madame
We never gave our maiden names
Waiting for a grand slam

For he's the man with the Midas touch]
She was born with a silver spoon]
We came, we saw, we conquered you]
We conquered you] (Chorus)

The games are tough, the rules are hard
The legacy is pain
The wound was deep, the flesh unmarked
To win was not to gain

We played our hands with frozen hearts
Toujours chemin de fer
And human kindness played no part
When we were free of care

(Chorus)

Deauville, Monaco, and Menton
The people were amazed
By the colourless blood we drew
At tables of green baize

People thought that we were in love
But we were just a team
We simply played at keeping fat
When times were truly lean

(Chorus)