The Best Record of 1989: Day 37
#15 Madonna, Like a Prayer vs. #114 Peter Murphy, Deep
Good morning!
Today we’re taking a look at records from Madonna and Peter Murphy
Note: As many of you know, I recently wrote about a Best Record of 1989 challenge and noted that I'd be occasionally writing some of these up.
I've started doing some quick hits of each matchup and posting them directly to the page. Some will be longer, some won’t, and some might just be a handful of sentences. There'll probably definitely be some typos.
Check 'em out and let me know your thoughts! Chin wags & hot takes welcome! Sharing and restacks are always appreciated.
KA—
In 1989, Madonna was everywhere. How you react to that sentence is a tell. Older readers will simply nod in agreement, with younger readers wondering what the fuss is. She was riding high on a string of hit records. She'd tried acting with somewhat less success. She'd been in a high-powered/, hot-tempered marriage with actor Sean Penn—the kind of wild ride that launches entire tabloids—or at least it did in 1989.
By the time Like A Prayer rolled around, most of that was beginning to show her. But Madonna Louise Ciccone was never one to shy away from a bit of controversy.
Ask that same crowd about MTV, and they'll likely launch into a stemwinder about the channel actually playing videos. That's true. There was more to life than just Tosh 2.0 ad infinitum. They also premiered videos in a way that harkened back to the glory days of Hollywood. A Madonna video? That was a big f'in deal. And it was appointment viewing.
You also have to understand that anything even vaguely religious was likely to give legions of Americans the vapors. Add a little interracial love into the mix, and you've got a bona fide scandal on your hands—a scandal that, at the very least, cost her a Pepsi commercial.
That video was for the title track on Like A Prayer, her blockbuster record. In the years up to this, she'd shown she was never afraid to push boundaries, but to this writer's ears, the record serves as a dividing line: On one side, you have her earlier poppier sounds. This is the world of "Holiday" and "Angel." Fantastic tracks, but there's not a lot of heft there.
On the other hand, you have an artist trying to take back control of the narrative. She's not Sean Penn's wife anymore. She doesn't owe anyone. Free of those guardrails, she's free to push up against the corners and pressure test her sound. She wasn't gonna answer to anyone.
If the title track didn't telegraph that message, the second track, "Express Yourself," surely did. This is Madge's declaration of independence, and it's a banger.
It's not a clean break, though. "Til Death Do Us Part" is a bit of easy-breezy pop reminiscent of so much of her earlier stuff. "Cherish" doubly so; so much so that I could have sworn it was actually on True Blue. All well and good until you read the lyrics for the former and realize she's singing from inside the dystopian hellscape of an abusive relationship. Oof.
Knowing the history (or at least what we read about in the papers), it's hard not to see this record as explicitly autobiographical. And maybe it is. Today, stars leveraging trauma for clicks and money is par for the course. Thirty-six years ago, not so much. And in the end, maybe it doesn't matter. Art and real life have always been a blurry line for her. What Like a Prayer made clear was that anything after this was going to be on her own terms.
That both Love and Rockets and Peter Murphy have records in this challenge should tell you something about the bumper crop of records we got that year. When talking about Love and Rockets earlier in the series, I commented that it felt like they were trying to make as un-Bauhaus of a record as possible. The same holds true here, with the band's frontman shedding many darker themes and moods for something…accessible? The tracks here have a bigger, almost bombastic sound. His deep voice makes for quite a contrast against the (relatively) lighter sounds. It's not hard to imagine a much more mainstream act doing "Crystal Wrists."
Dare I say that Murphy is a fan of pop?
Lyrically, the record leans towards themes like love and the world around him. You have to work to untangle those words, though. Murphy likes to wrap his lyrics in riddles. They're often enigmatic, and the challenge makes deciphering them feel all the sweeter. If you need an exact time to call Bela Lugosi's death, let me point you to the 4:18 mark on the hit single "Cuts You Up." This is when everything bursts open and the track hits peak exit velocity. It's anthemic.
Bela Lugosi is dead, and he's not reanimating for this record.
My vote: I’m a friend of the goths, but it was always gonna be Madge.
Any thoughts on either of these records? Agree/disagree with my takes? Which one of these would you vote for? Sound off in the comments!
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KA—
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Madge all the way! Like a Prayer is one of my favourites in her discography. I loved your write up. I’m going to give my old (but still golden) pressing a spin tomorrow morning!
Deep is a great album