Midnight Oil "Diesel and Dust" [1987]

Because no one truly gives a crap about Australia -- even Australians (witness the mass exodus to Hollywood, et. al.) -- nobody gives a crap about what Midnight Oil has to say. If we did, there certainly would have been some blowback to their overt advocation of socialistically giving back the "honestly"-conquered homeland to the naked Aborigines. Should you ever wonder why liberalism never took hold in America in the 80s to counter the Reaganites, don't consult a history book -- consult this album; these guys make INXS look like Milton Friedman. So pretend you don't speak any variety of English, even & especially the godawful Aussie dialect, and judge the quality of the music: overcooked pedestrian studio rock horseshit. But because the late-80s sucked dinosaur eggs, Midnight Oil was allowed on the radio. Had it been a decent era for tunage, these guys would have had to be content with a weekly-meeting book club of radical non-fiction with the FBI unit designated to Sydney (aka, those in the federal government's doghouse) up their ass; even Peter Garrett's bald head is suspicious. Beware judgment from others when proclaiming your fandom to the Oils -- especially if you want to be considered a fan of good music.