Time Capsule: Songs For A Future Generation

Time Capsule: Songs For a Future Generation is a greatest hits album released by the B-52's in 1998. The album presents sixteen of their single releases and fan-favorite album tracks in chronological order, with the addition of two newly-recorded songs exclusive to this collection. One of them, "Debbie", is a tribute to Debbie Harry of Blondie. Also exclusive to this release is the "Original Unreleased Mix" of their 1986 song "Summer of Love". Editions released in Brazil, Europe and Japan have a different track listing to the US release. The album cover features the five founding band members standing in front of the Unisphere.

As noted in the book "The B-52's Universe", the band intended this to be a larger box set consisting of singles, demos, outtakes, and new tracks, but Warner made the band trim it down. The band had remastered many tracks for the box, and were able to release more of them by using alternate tracklistings in different territories.

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