I love Dire Straits. And I’ve loved them since the first time I heard “Money for Nothing” on the radio back in the early nineties. But I’ve never loved them as the strictly guitar-focused band of their early career. I’ve always liked them when they incorporated keyboards and synths into the mix. For that reason, whenever I play a Dire Straits record, it usually is either Love Over Gold or Brothers In Arms. I had acquired so many Dire Straits records that when I spotted Communique in the CD section of my local music store, I couldn’t resist picking it up cheap, in part to satisfy my completionist proclivities. And I’m glad I did, one way or another. It’s not as impressive as the self-titled debut-album – not by a long shot – but there is enough here to give this album a playthrough every now and then. The highlights here are “Where Do You Think You’re Going?”, “Single Handed Sailor”, “Portobello Belle”, and of course, “Lady Writer.” Not a bad album at all, but as far as I’m concerned, it couldn’t hold a candle to its predecessor. B+
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