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Mar. 15, 1993: Reviews:Music
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
Mar. 15, 1993 In the Name of God
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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REVIEWS, Page 70
MUSIC
Velvet-Lined Shackles
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<p>By GUY GARCIA
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<l>PERFORMER: Sting</l>
<l>ALBUM: 10 Summoner's Tales</l>
<l>LABEL: A&M Records</l>
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<p> THE BOTTOM LINE: The former Police-man rewrites the book of
love with an album of puckish passion plays.
</p>
<p> Under the polished surface of his pop-star persona, Sting
is a hopeless romantic, obsessed with the gritty, contradictory
textures of human emotion. During the early 1980s, as the lead
singer and lyricist for the Police, the brooding bassist used
his poetic gifts to dredge up the debris of his own psyche--and sell millions of records. After going solo in 1985, he
injected jazz and politics into the polyrhythmic mix, but his
worldly concerns never strayed far from the ardent diplomacy of
love.
</p>
<p> Sting continues his meditation on the tangled ways of the
heart with 10 Summoner's Tales, actually a collection of 11
songs (if you count the Epilogue) that offer few surprises but
many familiar pleasures. True to the album's title, which
alludes to Chaucer's The Canterbury Tales, Sting serenades the
listener like a storyteller turning pages in the book of love.
The artful introspection of his previous record, 1991's The
Soul Cages, has been replaced by a puckish objectivity; each
song is a self-contained vignette, distilling a moment or
sometimes an entire life, traversing the emotional spectrum from
unfettered joy to the abyss of abject despair. Sting's sonic
palette has grown impressively eclectic: he illustrates each
tale with a sure-handed array of dramatic colors--a stroke of
Spanish guitar here, a daub of blue trumpet there.
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<p> From the wistful ballad Fields of Gold to the insouciant
rocker She's Too Good for Me, the lyrics wring pathos and irony
from the misfortunes of unlucky lovers. Yet Sting's manners are
too refined to let the suffering spoil the lush settings; the
shackles in this emotional dungeon are lined with velvet. In
Seven Days, pizzicato strings thrum a decorous, mocking waltz as
a man muses over various ways to deal with a romantic rival. In
the darkly cynical Love Is Stronger than Justice, a man kills
his brothers to avoid sharing the affections of a beautiful
senorita. "I look forward to a better day," Sting blithely
sings. "But ethical stuff never got in my way/ And though there
used to be brothers seven/ The other six are singing in heaven."
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<p> Despite the havoc that Sting's protagonists cause in their
quest for connection, they remain doggedly--and sometimes
miserably--driven by their desire. In It's Probably Me, the
narrator clings to a one-sided relationship in a world that's
"gone crazy and makes no sense...If there's one guy who'd
lay down his life for you and die/ It's hard to say it/ I hate
to say it, but it's probably me." In an age that has slipped
its moral tracks, Sting seems to say, love is the only thing
worth fighting for.
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<p> The album closes with Epilogue (Nothing 'bout Me), a
swinging, carefree ditty in which the singer takes a parting
shot at his would-be analysts. Like a puppeteer peeking out
from behind the curtain, Sting dares the listener to "Pick my
brain, pick my pockets/ Steal my eyeballs and come back for the
sockets/ Run every kind of test from A to Z/ And you'll still
know nothing 'bout me." It's a fittingly elusive coda from
pop's most mercurial bard.
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