Whilst I share the sentiment that Gaucho isn't among the greatest albums in the SD canon I still think it's a remarkable work. The surface has been polished to such a level of smoothness and lustre that it's easy to let the whole thing slide blandly past the ear without making much impression. But the brilliant musical detail is still there, lurking in the layers of the mix, if you listen for it. And Third World Man is just a wonderful tune, the one which caught me at first listen.
There's also an argument for Gaucho being their most subversive record, in that it combines the most glossily innocuous surfaces with the most cynical, bone-dry lyrical takes to be found anywhere. The vacuity and underlying toxicity of LA life wasn't a new topic for them, but Gaucho is pretty much a concept album on this theme. It's yacht rock that exists in order to excoriate the kind of people that yacht rock is made by and for. And the fact that I have many times heard Hey Nineteen playing as background music in shops is ample demonstration that people just don't listen to lyrics - a charming ditty that constitutes the monologue of a wealthy middle-aged creep in the process of getting a teenage naïf blasted on tequila and cocaine so he can screw her.
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