
It's no Kick, but how could it be, no matter how hard it tries? The results are uneven, but the good stuff is very good while the other tracks are easily forgettable. I'd rank this one behind Kick and Listen Like Thieves, about on par with The Swing.
Press of the time:
- CashBox: "full of singles that should fit into almost every format"
- Billboard: "there's nary a false step here."
- Musician: "instrumental finesse, sly shifts in dynamics and deep, deep grooves"
- Smash Hits (7 out of 10): "Not too remarkable in the innovation department, but 'X' is still pretty good."
- Rolling Stone (★★★½): "big-audience rock & roll that feels right for our time"
- Stereo Review: "the band's most flinty, knife-edged album of rock noir to date.
Album chart peaks:
- US Billboard 200: #5
- CashBox: #3
Tracks: The album starts off with a one-two punch of the two best songs, Suicide Blonde (#9 pop, #1 album rock, #1 modern rock, #25 dance) and Disappear (#8 pop, #6 album rock, #10 modern rock, #41 dance). Also good are Bitter Tears (#49 pop, #4 album rock, #6 modern rock), On My Way, and The Stairs, which might be the best song Simple Minds never recorded. The so-so filler is Who Pays The Price, Lately, and Know The Difference. And I flat-out skip the depressing By My Side,
Personal Memory Associated with this CD: When this album was released, I was 24 years old, had been married for a little over a year, recently moved back to my hometown, and had started my second "adult" job: teaching instrumental music classes at the same middle school I once attended. Part of that particular job included helping with marching band at the high school from about 7:15 to 8:45 each morning before driving my new Nissan truck (5 speed manual!) across town to start teaching classes to around 200 students aged 11 - 14. That morning drive between campuses usually included a stop at Shipley's Donuts or Jack In The Box to pick up a quick breakfast (didn't JITB have some sort of "breakfast pocket" served in pita bread back then?). In any case, I have specific memories of hearing Suicide Blonde on the radio during that drive down 6th Street and being absolutely mesmerized by the harmonica lick. The decision that kept me from buying X on cassette that fall was probably based more on finances than music.
Previously revisited for the blog:
Kick (1987)
Listen Like Thieves (1985)














