Pete Townshend will always be best known as the guitarist and songwriter for The Who, but he has made some great solo music as well. This song is one of my favorites. It came from his 1985 album White City: A Novel, which was a concept album about growing up in a working-class neighborhood in London and what happens to the people who live there. The song has a completely different feel from The Who’s music. It has a driving beat, a big brass section, and an almost danceable sound. When the video came out, it was hard to miss. Pete was running around the stage while the horns and backing musicians kept the whole thing moving.
The song was released as a single in 1985 and became one of Townshend’s best-known solo recordings. It features a cool horn arrangement and backing vocals, giving it a sound that was very much of the mid-eighties without losing Pete’s personality. He had been experimenting with synthesizers and electronic sounds for years. He brought them into The Who in a big way on the 1971 Who’s Next album. Here he mixed them with horns and a strong rock rhythm. The result is catchy, energetic, and a little different from what people expected from him.
What I like about this is that Pete didn’t simply try to make another Who song without Roger, John, and Keith/Kenney. He went in a different direction and made it work. The song has a great groove, and the horns make it stand out. Townshend’s solo work deserves attention. He was one of rock’s great songwriters, and songs like this show that he could step outside the band and still come up with something memorable.
The album peaked at #26 on the Billboard Album Charts, #10 in Canada, #20 in New Zealand, and #70 in the UK in 1985.
The song peaked at #26 on the Billboard 100, #17 in Canada, #11 in New Zealand, and #89 in the UK.
Face the Face
Face the face, got to face the face
Face the face, got to face the face
You must have heard the cautionary tales
The dangers hidden on the cul-de-sac trails
From wiser men who’ve been through it all
And the ghosts of failures spray-canned up on the wall
We’ve got to judge the judge
Got to find the finds
We’ve got to scheme the schemes
Have to line the lines
We must stake the stakes
And show the shown
We must take the takes
And know the known
Try to place the place
Where we can face the face.
We got to face the face
Try to place the place
Where we can face the face
Face the face, got to face the face.
Face the face, got to face the face.
Got to
Got to
You must have tried and defied belief
Maybe found futility in insular grief
I need your hunger you need mine
A million appetites can swallow up time.
We’ve got to fool the fools
We got to plan the plans
We got to rule the rules
We got to stand the stands
We got to fight the fight
We must fall the falls
We got to light the light
We got to call the calls
We must race the race
So we can face the face
We got to race the race
We must race the race
So we can face the face
Face the face
We got to face the face
We got to race the race
We got to
Keep looking…
New York! Chicago!
London and Glasgow!
Keep looking!
Keep on looking
Keep on cooking
Gotta stay on this case
Study the pix
Watch the flix
We’ve got to find the face.
Face the face ,got to face the face
Watch the flix
Got to
We’ve got to judge the judge
We got to find the finds
We’ve got to scheme the schemes
We got to line the lines
We got to fight the fight
We got to fall the falls
We got to light the light
We got to call the calls
Try to place the place
Where we can face the face.
We got to face the face…
Try to place the place
Where we can face the face.
Try to place the place
Where we can face the face.
Keep looking, keep looking
We must race the race
So we can face the face.
We got to race the race
We must race the race.
So we can face the face
We got to face the face
We got to race the race

