We’re used to politicians being crooked, but it always hurts a little more when someone you think might actually be on the up-and-up comes down as Eliot Spitzer did today. Is, as the Seafarer stated, all glory tarnished?
Good thing The Stranglers had their eye on the ball back in 1978. The title track from their second album, No More Heroes, seems to be in league with the Seafarer’s Anglo-Saxon lament of the weariness of the world – where, as Bill Hicks’ similarly opined, mediocrity reigns and great men are shot down in their prime.
Channeling the sleazy fire of some of the best of late 70s punk and light touches of prog, the Stranglers were an awesome stand-out in an age of already amazing art. – j. neas