I really should explore the former Japan lead singer’s later work…
The 1987 masterpiece, Secrets, would have been enough to justify resting on his laurels for the rest of forever. It’s replete with plangent turns of phrase, but moreover it did what Sylvian seemed to be striving for ever since Adolescent Sex: it was a record that could be considered on its own merits.
Merits that lay well beyond haircuts, makeup and outfits.
