- Let's Stick Together
- Casanova
- Sea Breezes
- Shame, Shame, Shame
- 2 HB
- The Price Of Love
- Chance Meeting
- It's Only Love
- You Go To My Head
- Re-Make / Re-Model
- Heart On My Sleeve
Polished Passion
Released in 1976, Let’s Stick Together stands as one of Bryan Ferry’s most fascinating statements - a bridge between the cool experimentation of Roxy Music and the suave sophistication of his solo persona. Rather than a conventional album of new material, it’s a curated mosaic: reimagined Roxy tracks, classic covers, and fresh recordings that together form a portrait of Ferry’s evolving identity. The result is not a mere collection, but a manifesto of style - a declaration that art, like love, can be endlessly reinterpreted if one has the nerve and the elegance to do so.
From the opening moments, Let’s Stick Together asserts its difference. Ferry is no longer the art-rock provocateur cloaked in irony; he’s the urbane interpreter, navigating rhythm and romance with effortless poise. His voice - still arch and mannered, yet more assured - carries both detachment and desire, transforming the familiar into the new. What was once experimental now feels timeless, filtered through a lens of polish and restraint. There’s a sense that Ferry has discovered his natural habitat: the intersection of passion and control, of heat expressed through coolness.
The genius of the album lies in its self-awareness. Ferry revisits his past not to correct it, but to refine it - to sculpt the raw intensity of Roxy’s earlier work into something sleek and enduring. He treats rock and rhythm and blues as languages of eternal return, where nostalgia is not regression but renewal. His impeccable taste in arrangement and tone makes every gesture feel deliberate, every texture part of a broader aesthetic architecture.
Yet for all its sophistication, Let’s Stick Together never loses its pulse. Beneath the tuxedo veneer, there’s a heartbeat - wry, romantic, unhurried. Ferry, ever the gentleman of emotional ambiguity, doesn’t chase immediacy; he lets seduction unfold at the pace of confidence. The result is an album that gleams without coldness, a record that celebrates refinement without losing its sense of fun.
In retrospect, Let’s Stick Together marks the true beginning of Bryan Ferry’s transformation into pop’s great stylist - a man for whom every note, gesture, and glance becomes part of an ongoing performance of elegance. It’s both self-portrait and love letter, built on the conviction that artifice, handled with honesty, can reveal more truth than confession ever could.
From the opening moments, Let’s Stick Together asserts its difference. Ferry is no longer the art-rock provocateur cloaked in irony; he’s the urbane interpreter, navigating rhythm and romance with effortless poise. His voice - still arch and mannered, yet more assured - carries both detachment and desire, transforming the familiar into the new. What was once experimental now feels timeless, filtered through a lens of polish and restraint. There’s a sense that Ferry has discovered his natural habitat: the intersection of passion and control, of heat expressed through coolness.
The genius of the album lies in its self-awareness. Ferry revisits his past not to correct it, but to refine it - to sculpt the raw intensity of Roxy’s earlier work into something sleek and enduring. He treats rock and rhythm and blues as languages of eternal return, where nostalgia is not regression but renewal. His impeccable taste in arrangement and tone makes every gesture feel deliberate, every texture part of a broader aesthetic architecture.
Yet for all its sophistication, Let’s Stick Together never loses its pulse. Beneath the tuxedo veneer, there’s a heartbeat - wry, romantic, unhurried. Ferry, ever the gentleman of emotional ambiguity, doesn’t chase immediacy; he lets seduction unfold at the pace of confidence. The result is an album that gleams without coldness, a record that celebrates refinement without losing its sense of fun.
In retrospect, Let’s Stick Together marks the true beginning of Bryan Ferry’s transformation into pop’s great stylist - a man for whom every note, gesture, and glance becomes part of an ongoing performance of elegance. It’s both self-portrait and love letter, built on the conviction that artifice, handled with honesty, can reveal more truth than confession ever could.
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My personal view:
Let's Stick Together is the third studio album by English singer-songwriter and lead singer of Roxy Music Bryan Ferry. T the time, unlike many others, he pursued a solo career in parallel to his band efforts, rather than leaving the band for it. For this particular album he re-recorded earlier Roxy Music songs in a jazzy style more suitable for a Ferry solo project, and indulged in one of his hobbies, covering more or less famous songs (half a dozen here, from the Everly Brothers to Gallagher and Lyle). There is a strong sense of continuity on this album, making it more than a collection of cover songs. The two hit singles (Let's Stick Together and The Price Of Love) are standout tracks, but the others are not far behind.