Thomas Dolby - Aliens Ate My Buick (listen) I really thought Thomas Dolby was onto something here - mapping in J.G. Thirwell electro-manic-jazz, the whole Swing thing, Prince-ly new jack funk and Kid Creole & the Coconuts social commentary masquerading as party music. The problem is that while Dolby is a master stylist, knowing how to get to the source of a thing from the back panel, he was cursed/blessed with a British-humor novelty hit that no one could really get over.
I forgot how lovely these songs are, "My Brin is like a Seive" a peacock of Prince-ly prismatic splendor, "Budapest By Blimp" a big gorgeous thing of low-light synthesis. And "The Keys to Her Ferrari" is bananas in a way that no chickenshit hipster synth band today would or could attempt now.
They are dated (1988) but nothing is possibly more dated than this synthesizer medley featuring Dolby (in Amadeus getup), Howard Jones, Herbie Hancock and Stevie Wonder from the 1985 Grammys over which I vividly remember going a little ape.
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