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Secondhand Daylight

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Download links and information about Secondhand Daylight by Magazine. This album was released in 1979 and it belongs to Rock, New Wave, Alternative genres. It contains 13 tracks with total duration of 57:52 minutes.

Artist: Magazine
Release date: 1979
Genre: Rock, New Wave, Alternative
Tracks: 13
Duration: 57:52
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Tracks

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No. Title Length
1. Feed the Enemy (2007 Digital Remaster) 5:46
2. Rhythm of Cruelty (2007 Digital Remaster) 3:05
3. Cut Out Shapes (2007 Digital Remaster) 4:45
4. Talk to the Body (2007 Digital Remaster) 3:36
5. I Wanted Your Heart (2007 Digital Remaster) 5:05
6. The Thin Air (2007 Digital Remaster) 4:08
7. Back to Nature (2007 Digital Remaster) 6:44
8. Believe That I Understand (2007 Digital Remaster) 4:03
9. Permafrost (2007 Digital Remaster) 5:31
10. Give Me Everything (2007 Digital Remaster) 4:23
11. I Love You You Big Dummy (2007 Digital Remaster) 3:54
12. Rhythm of Cruelty (7" Single Version) 3:04
13. TV Baby (2007 Digital Remaster) 3:48

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Secondhand Daylight, the second Magazine album, sounds like it must have been made in the dead of winter. You can imagine the steam coming out of Howard Devoto's mouth as he projects lines like "I was cold at an equally cold place," "The voyeur will realize this is not a sight for his sore eyes," "It just came to pieces in our hands," and "Today I bumped into you again, I have no idea what you want." You can picture Dave Formula swiping frost off his keys and Barry Adamson blowing on his hands during the intro to "Feed the Enemy," as guitarist John McGeoch and drummer John Doyle zip their parkas. From start to finish, this is a showcase for Formula's chilling but expressive keyboard work. Given more freedom to stretch out and even dominate on occasion, Formula seems to release as many demons as Devoto, whether it is through low-end synthesizer drones or violent piano vamps. Detached tales of relationships damaged beyond repair fill the album, and the band isn't nearly as bouncy as it is on Real Life or The Correct Use of Soap — it's almost as if they were instructed to play with as little physical motion as possible. The drums in particular sound brittle and on the brink of piercing the ears. Despite the sub-zero climate, the lack of dance numbers, and the shortage of snappy melodies, the album isn't entirely impenetrable. It lacks the immediate impact of Real Life and The Correct Use of Soap, but it deserves just as much recognition for its compellingly sustained petulance. Even if you can't get into it, you have to at least marvel at "Permafrost." The album's finale, it's an elegant five-minute sneer, and as far as late-'70s yearbook scribbles are concerned, "As the day stops dead, at the place where we're lost, I will drug you and f*ck you on the permafrost" is less innocuous than "All we are is dust in the wind."