Roxy Music For Your Pleasure 1973 Original 30x20" Island Records Promo Poster
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As credited on the label itself, “For Your Pleasure” was ‘the second Roxy Music album’ and was every inch a memento mori doppelgänger of their preceding maiden voyage on vinyl. “For Your Pleasure” was about as dark and sleek as its originally laminated sleeve with its depiction of a Helmut Newton type stylisation of nighttime decadence, informed as it is with elements of symbolic death and sexuality. A black Lincoln Continental with Bryan Ferry as the grinning escort for the evening’s pleasure sits parked in front of a distant, Las Vegas-y skyline: both of which operate as a dark backdrop to the cruelly Teutonic and statuesque presence of cover star Amanda Lear. Leading a black panther on the thinnest leash, her limbs tilt, angle and arch in all directions unnatural as they threaten to almost tear away from her body (mirroring the female subject in Marcel Duchamp’s “Nude Descending A Staircase,” the artist whose conceptual work Bryan Ferry grasped perfectly.) Both uncomfortable and highly sensual, her body is sheathed in a strapless black evening dress, long (and presumably velvet) gloves and precariously balanced on top of a pair of very high-heeled stilettos. Projecting a femme fatale persona worlds apart from the comparatively innocent cheap glitz and romance of Roxy’s previous cover star, Kari-Ann, it perfectly represents the music on “For Your Pleasure” as sleaziness at its most civilised becomes one of its several main themes alongside those of obsession, sex and death. And these far darker plumbings of the psychological depths -- many set off by Ferry’s equipment switch from acoustic to over-phlanged electric piano -- are set apart by three anthems of cheering fascination: “Do The Strand,” “Editions Of You” and “Grey Lagoons.” Their contagious buoyancy charges with lyrical devices of catch phrase, cliché and sheer name-dropping as they collect not into a stream of consciousness, but an imagistic white water rapid of consciousness whose delivery is so dizzying quick and crooningly slick, it’s a wonder how the skewered narratives keep their intents and purposes intact. The LP opener “Do The Strand” is a perfect example of this as geographical locations, trends and plain disconnected imagery merge into a “danceable solution/To teenage revolution” but you’re never entirely sure how or why -- or even if it’s a dance craze or just a state of mind. But one thing is for sure: Roxy Music, for all the trappings of deluxe glittery-glam, was inhabiting a far more conceptual place at this time than most bands of their time -- or any time, for that matter.