Squeeze dreams are not made of this.
The debut album on which John Cale turns them into a newt wave band. (Don’t worry, they got better.)
The pub-rock charm bubbles to the surface on the second album, and the hits started coming.
A pop song about an alcoholic who loses his wife and daughter? That’s English gold right there.
Pretty much “Take Me, I’m Yours” but with a nice boy-meets-girl story behind it.
Squeeze’s first and only foray into the holiday season is this unappetizing fruitcake.
If you crossed The Beatles with Elvis Costello, you’d get this (and be happy).
The first single from Argybargy is three minutes of musical joy tied up with a gorgeous six-string solo.
Not as commercially successful as Babylon and On, but arguably the better album.
With each album lately better than their last, Squeeze had found a second wind.
Another fantastic album that concedes nothing to England’s new generation of pop stars (Blur, Oasis, etc.).
The lovable host and a world of talent in live performances from the show Later… with Jools Holland.