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Human League, Credo
Mb3 Records, Sept. 13

10/27/11
By Eric Saeger news@hippopress.com



You’ll have to forgive my tardiness on the next few upcoming reviews. This one was buried on a table next to my desk, jumbled in with 50 or so other unopened bubble-pack mailers. It’s exciting to me that I’ve reached the point in my “music reviewing career” — an oxymoron if ever there was one — that the coveted “unmanageable piles” now include unopened stuff that I would have crowed about, say, four years ago: “Look!  A new Human League album, darling! You know who they are, right? Yup, those guys!” Of course, most of the younger people who read my nonsense don’t know Human League from Sha Na Na, so I suppose an introduction is in order, not that they deserve one. In fact, they so little deserve an introduction that I won’t give one; suffice to say that all this does for me (ego-wise, I don’t think I even told my wife I got this in the mail for free.  No, seriously, I didn’t, come to think of it) is fill in one blank in the ongoing science experiment I call “What Would Famous ‘80s Bands Do Now?”  In this band’s case, the answer is “absolutely nothing new.”  For the first several songs — mostly three-chord wonders featuring the same Donkey Kong keyboards that made them famous — it was embarrassing; I’ve heard some recent bands copy the ‘80s better than this. But once you get around six songs into it (just think of it as a survival game you can play against yourself) it does get cute and catchy, the way Human League used to be. And then it’s over, and you drink some Coke or whatever and think, “Well, a new Human League album. Hopefully nobody ate all the Doritos.” B —Eric W. Saeger
 






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