Close To The Bone (Thompson Twins Album)

Close To The Bone (Thompson Twins Album)

Close To The Bone is the sixth album by the British pop group Thompson Twins, and was released in March 1987. Now only the duo of Tom Bailey and Alannah Currie remaining, this was the first album the Thompson Twins made without Joe Leeway. Produced by Bailey and Rupert Hine, the band commented that they wrote and recorded the album quickly, in an exercise to see how fast they could produce a complete LP.

Ending their run of top 5 albums in the UK, the album was a commercial failure, peaking at number 90 on the UK album charts and failing to yield any hit singles. It fared a little better in the US, peaking at number 76, with the single "Get That Love" peaking at number 31 on the US Billboard Hot 100.

Although the original release of album remains out-of-print, the album was re-issued as part of the 2012 Thompson Twins set Original Album Classics, which featured the album's In the Name of Love, Quick Step and Side Kick, Into the Gap, Here's to Future Days and Close to the Bone.

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