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T.V. Sky


Download links and information about T.V. Sky by The Young Gods. This album was released in 1992 and it belongs to Electronica, Industrial, Rock, Alternative genres. It contains 8 tracks with total duration of 48:15 minutes.

Artist: The Young Gods
Release date: 1992
Genre: Electronica, Industrial, Rock, Alternative
Tracks: 8
Duration: 48:15
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No. Title Length
1. Our House 2:52
2. Gasoline Man 4:22
3. T.V. Sky 3:48
4. Skinflowers 5:09
5. Dame Chance 5:02
6. The Night Dance 4:19
7. She Rains 2:48
8. Summer Eyes 19:55



In a conscious shift of aesthetics, the very European Gods turned their eyes on America with the band's fourth album, producing its most 'rock' record to date, a consistently strong smash. Opening with "Our House," it all seems (powerful) business as usual - odd sonic loops, rhythm patterns suddenly exploding into mass drum/riff combinations. But the difference here lies with the lyrics - discounting earlier covers, Treichler for the first time sings in English here and throughout, a conscious audience targeting which he addressed in contemporaneous interviews. "Gasoline Man" turns out to be the big shift, revamping what sounds like an old ZZ Top riff into as classic an American rock song as any - blues lyrical structure, loving the road and the motor - yet with the Gods' unique sonic signature present, revamping and restitching the past into a cleaner, newer form that avoids sounding just like another bar band. Underground hit single "Skinflowers" marries a powerful pulse and razor-sharp feedback stabs with a perversely catchy lyric; other tracks like "TV Sky" and the wickedly Guns n' Roses-quoting "The Night Dance" pile on the sound and space in equally gripping measure. "Summer Eyes," an intentional Doors tribute done after numerous Jim Morrison/Treichler comparisons in the past, even has a mid-song Manzarek-style organ break, but ends the album on a disturbing note, slow riff trudge samples fading out under Treichler's dark, sly take on America. In sum, a wonderful album that never got its proper due.