Running In The Family – Duke Egbert

The best of the ’80s synthesizer bands — Wang Chung, Tears For
Fears, and Go West come to mind — were able to do two things that
made them rise above the crowd. The first was an ability to lay
down a white-boy funk or rock backbeat, usually involving bass
guitar (Wang Chung’s Nick Feldman being an example of a severely
underrated bass player), and the second was the ability to add
elements from diverse pop music forms in their work — funk, disco,
rock, soul, R&B, and the nascent forms of what has become
techno and electronica. Any attempt to evaluate music like this has
to be in context; in other words, don’t bitch about how Prefab
Sprout wasn’t as exciting and raw as The Clash.

That said, I like ’80s synth-pop. I’m one of its remaining
defenders against the hordes of music critic barbarians who have
moved on to the Next Big Thing (and the next, and the next, and the
next…) It was some pretty fun stuff, folks, and I’m not
ashamed to say I get out my Wang Chung CDs on a regular basis. A
lot of these bands have achieved a small but fanatical following on
the Internet, and one of the chief among those are the fans of
Brit-pop band Level 42. While their lineup has changed over the
last twenty-some years, original bassist Mark King and keyboardist
Mike Lindup has hung in there — but the band’s central lineup’s
heyday were their two largest hits, 1985’s
World Machine and today’s feature, 1987’s
Running In The Family.

I can hear you all now. ‘Enough history, Duke, talk about the
music.’

And so I shall, O Ye DV Faithful.
Running With The Family is an interesting piece of music on
the first review; it’s kind of like reading a manual on How To Do
An Eighties Synth-Pop CD. To wit:

RULE 1: Get A Catchy Single. (“Lessons In Love.” Check.) RULE 2:
Do Something Deep And Philosophical. (“Children Say.” Check.) RULE
3: Do Something Soulful, So Maybe You’ll Get The Next “Melt With
You.” (“It’s Over.” Check.) RULE 4: Be Funky. (“To Be With You
Again.” Check.) RULE 5: Make Fun Of Your Own Club Audience, In A
Piece Of Witty, Self-Referential, And Bitter Parody. (“Fashion
Fever.” Check.)

I can go on like this for a while, but I’ll save you the agony
of my weak attempts at humour.
Running In The Family is mostly formulaic, with all the
cliches and conventions firmly in place. If you like Swing Out
Sister and you guard your Thompson Twins CDs with your life, you’ll
like this, and if your most recent CD purchase was Linkin Park, you
probably won’t. There are a couple of moments where
Running In The Family outstrips its own cliches — “The
Sleepwalkers” is a quirky and neat piece of songwriting that defies
the stereotypes — but it’s mostly well-produced, smooth, slick,
and average. If you like the genre, check it out; if you don’t,
it’s not going to change your mind.