Back in 2009, I eulogised on this blog about Thomas Leer’s album “Scale of Ten”. I also seem to have claimed that you could buy the CD for less than five pounds, which may have been true seventeen years ago but most certainly is not the case today. If you can find a copy of the 2004 CD release at all, it will now set you back anywhere between £25 and £40.
A much more reasonable way to hear this album is via the rather more plentiful vinyl version. My copy came from eBay and only set me back a few pounds. As a common-or-garden mid-eighties record it sounds pretty good, although there are a few tell-tale signs of age. A nice heavyweight remaster would be welcome, but I suspect nobody has the slightest clue where the rights reside today, possibly including the rights themselves.
This whole album seems to owe its existence to an episode of GAS. 'Gear acquisition syndrome' is an affliction that electronic music enthusiasts contract from time to time, compelling them to spend usually ridiculous amounts of money on new musical instruments while insisting, with great dignity, that it is really an investment. My own GAS has always been relatively well controlled and low in ambition, largely restricted to staring at things online and then deciding the mortgage probably has a point. Thomas Leer, however, appears to have suffered a particularly severe case during 1985.
It is understandable that Leer would want a Fairlight CMI, but this goal seemed incompatible with the rather modest commercial performance of his music. Undaunted, and full of the sort of ambition that makes accountants develop a facial twitch, he went hunting for a major record label that would buy him the Australian dream machine. Once he had convinced Arista to lease him the instrument as part of his advance, he set about creating new music in his living room.
Obviously, this kind of expense meant Leer had to come up with the goods in sales terms, so the resulting album needed to be something suitably commercial. Experienced producer Paul Hardiman was brought in to steer the ship in the right direction, while the record company presumably imagined that the recording budget would be reduced because Leer would have completed the pre-programming at home before arriving somewhere rather more costly, like Farmyard Studios. The sleeve proudly proclaims that all instruments and sounds were programmed and performed on Fairlight, but that is not strictly true. There is bass guitar, drums and even a live orchestra, complete with a distinctive Anne Dudley arrangement, on “Number One”. As it is the eighties there has to be a bit of saxophone too, but that is best left ignored. I get the feeling the cost reduction the record company envisaged wasn't realised as fully as they expected.
Opening track “Searcher” has a great melody and is chock-full of imaginative sounds, finding that happy ground between commercial sensibility and electronic innovation. One of my favourites is “Lust for Loneliness”, while the samples that drive “Warm” are used with real imagination rather than simply waved about to prove the machine was expensive. The singles “Heartbeat” and “International” are something of synth-pop classics and still stand up to the demands of modern ears. “Mistrust” has orchestra hits and drum breaks that sound remarkably like early Art of Noise, which is either influence, coincidence or the Fairlight quietly joining a union. The pace slows only at the end with the highly atmospheric “Passing Through”, which is as perfect an ending as it is possible to imagine.
I like this album because of three distinct elements. Obviously the Fairlight is central, and the catchy compositions deserved a better reception and rather healthier commercial sales than they received. A less recognised element is Leer’s voice, which I find engaging and surprisingly accomplished. He may have thought he was selling his soul for a Fairlight, but “Scale of Ten” proves that the transaction was not entirely one-sided. The machine gave him a new palette, Arista got at least a fighting chance of a hit, and we got an album that still sounds inventive, melodic and oddly undervalued. If that is what a severe bout of GAS can produce, perhaps I should give in to my own symptoms rather than simply browsing eBay and sighing theatrically. 4/5
