The English Beat are really a punk-soul dance band caught in some private warp. They don't just rock, they spin.
I Just Can't Stop It includes four cuts released as singles in the U.K.: a bopper's remake of the old Smokey Robinson hit, "Tears of a Clown"; the avowedly chauvinistic "Hands Off ... She's Mine"; a poignant love song called "Twist & Crawl"; and the searing "Mirror in the Bathroom." These are set amid ten other numbers that move almost as quickly. Unfortunately, the ska tunes (e.g., "Rough Rider," the obligatory Prince Buster cover) tend to seem pointless and clichéd, while the rest of the record is anything but. At their best – in "Twist & Crawl." "Mirror in the Bathroom" and the incredibly frenzied "Click Click" – the English Beat slide black and white music together and mix them up on a razor's edge of delirium. They sail right past ska to create a sound that's violent, irresistible and rife with echoes of Fifties hipsterism. The Specials have often tried for such a blend, but they've never quite achieved it.
The English Beat are a working-class Birmingham band whose concerns are mutual and basic: sex, violence, women, other guys. Women are possessions, yet men are somehow supposed to get along. So you get a song like "Two Swords," in which brotherhood is preached while someone chants. "Two swords flashing on each other/Only sharpen one another." I guess that just about says it for male bonding. But if the English Beat were really interested in making statements, they wouldn't have buried their vocals in the mix. What matters isn't the words but the beat–and what a beat it is!
The point is made seven seconds into the album, when a wailing sax comes punching in over the pumping bass and drums that open "Mirror in the Bathroom," giving it the hollow feel of cheap whiskey and deadend streets. Next are snake rhythms and trance playing that constantly threaten chaos because they're so taut with control. Sax and rhythm section bounce off each other like boxers' blows, and you've no choice but to be floored. Words fly out so fast that you're halfway through the track before you realize the singer is actually talking to his mirror. He wants to take it to a restaurant! He's promising a glass table so that it can watch itself eat! He mentions mental illness! Pardon me if I upset tables. I just can't stop it.
Even in "Tears of a Clow
