Body Electric - Two Worlds

Two Worlds came out in 1985 and the '80s had a sound, and by gum this was it. The flat splat of the drums, crisp guitars and gang vocals and sparkly keyboard parts. Body Electric was one of those bands who never really got out of the starting blocks. I remember seeing a poster for the band's debut on the wall at Little Mountain Sound. It was a cool cover, but all I knew was it was Frank Ludwig's new band, and as talented as Frank was, I never really got into his stuff.

When "Do You Think They Can Tell" got some minor airplay in Vancouver I thought it was pretty cool, but it was the ballad "Don't Look Back" that clicked with me. That was an awesome song. So I picked up the E.P. and with only 5 songs, it was really all killer no filler. The album was produced by Bill Henderson and it sounded like a continuation of his '84 release Look In, Look Out. The album felt like a taster of things to come, except there wasn't anything else. This was a stand alone and it would be a couple of years before the band would release a follow up that I never knew existed until recently.

Too bad.

The band was comprised of Ross Friesen on drums (who I'd met when he was doing some video work for a non profit project I was part of many years ago), Frank Ludwig and Bob Buckley on keyboards, with Bob also providing sax, and David Sinclair on vocals and guitar. David and Bob (who had both been members of the band Straight Lines) wrote the songs, and the band enlisted Brian Newcombe to play bass ... his fretless work on "Don't Look Back" is so good. This was top shelf in terms of production and was mixed by Bob Rock and assisted by Mike Fraser, and it was mastered at Sterling Sound by the man with the golden ears George Marino.

I really did like this back in the day, and it should have been the start of something wonderful that never materialized. I know the goal is to leave the audience wanting more but this just felt like being ghosted.

At least they left this behind.

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