Your K-1017 Song Of The Day: Nerd Bot Division.
I guess you could say, musically, I was a child of the eighties, particularly what came to be called “Synth Pop.” And this is where that started. I’m holding the vinyl copy in my hands here at Dave Central. Look at that guy, he was the end product of the seventies, the nerdly uptight son of Kraftwerk and Bowie. And he’s having an epic staredown with a small red pyramid. On the album under that cover, ice cold waves of string section replacing synths curl around live drum and bass and no guitar, Numan school boy nasally sneering his way through songs about isolation, films, metal, the last robot on Earth and, yes, Cars.
This is where the eighties started. There was nothing on pop radio like it. Not yet. This bratty, Rick Moranis-looking English dude wearing a natty suit, eyeliner AND an earring, singing about being comfortable only within the isolation of his machine. In 1979, this utterly captivated 12 year old Dave In The Cave. This was not The Little River Band. This wasn’t frickin’ Supertramp.
And that’s why it’s your K-1017 SONG OF THE DAY!