Place Without a Postcard (Remastered)
Download links and information about Place Without a Postcard (Remastered) by Midnight Oil. This album was released in 1981 and it belongs to Rock, World Music, Pop, Alternative genres. It contains 11 tracks with total duration of 41:27 minutes.
Artist: | Midnight Oil |
---|---|
Release date: | 1981 |
Genre: | Rock, World Music, Pop, Alternative |
Tracks: | 11 |
Duration: | 41:27 |
Buy it NOW at: | |
Buy on iTunes $9.99 |
Tracks
[Edit]No. | Title | Length |
---|---|---|
1. | Don't Wanna Be the One (Remastered) | 3:04 |
2. | Brave Faces (Remastered) | 4:48 |
3. | Armistice Day (Remastered) | 4:31 |
4. | Someone Else to Blame (Remastered) | 2:49 |
5. | Basement Flat (Remastered) | 4:37 |
6. | Written In the Heart (Remastered) | 3:15 |
7. | Burnie (Remastered) | 4:50 |
8. | Quinella Holiday (Remastered) | 2:35 |
9. | Loves On Sale (Remastered) | 2:22 |
10. | If Ned Kelly Was King (Remastered) | 3:41 |
11. | Lucky Country (Remastered) | 4:55 |
Details
[Edit]By uniting with producer Andy Johns (The Who, Eric Clapton), Midnight Oil was poised to make 1981’s Place Without a Postcard the breakout album of its career. Instead, Johns’ boxy production was ill-matched to the Oils; then the band refused to return to the studio when CBS requested it re-record some songs for the American market. Although those conflicts left Place Without a Postcard in a grey zone, longtime Oils fans have come to regard it as underrated. While songs like “Armistice Day,” “Burnie," and “Loves on Sale” find the group searching out new textures and song structures, the album is best defined by its sweeping hard rock songs—some of the last that Midnight Oil would write before entering a period of finely crafted pop music with 1982’s 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. This album is bookended by “Don’t Wanna Be the One” and “Lucky Country,” two songs that exude passion and intensity equal to The Clash. But the standout is “Basement Flat.” Over a sing-along chorus, frontman Peter Garrett uses the image of a crummy apartment as a metaphor for being stuck at one of life’s dead ends.