Eternally Yours 
Australia, Brisbane, 1976.
The Saints released a 45trs ("I'm Stranded" / "No Time") and send it to the international rock press. And miracle! Magazine
English Sounds "illico appointed" Single of the Week "! So the folks at EMI in London ordered their fellow Antipodean signing of this group immediately.
September 1976, a first 33trs "I'm Stranded
" will be recorded in 48 hours and our friends arrive in London to defend a stunning first album, raw and final, a real firebrand by dint of energy and fury, carried by the proud and sarcastic song by Chris Bailey and remains as One of the best punk rock albums of all time.
1st concert in London at the opening of Talking Heads and the Ramones! With good stage performances and a few singles that are placed in the charts, they will still drag the image eaters kangaroos, bush bumpkins,
muffled by the English who take the brunt of the wave punk. EMI aware of the potential of the Saints, will be up to offer them to adopt a "right look", short hair, striped pants, etc., they will reject them. For the second album "Eternally
Yours," completed in two days, writing the group grows, (the richest pieces, ballads and mid-tempo) and the addition of Brass will give a R & B side, of course, is not really in vogue in these tumultuous times. Mixed reception for a sensational album, see better than before, which contains an absolute hit, something amazing to fall backwards, the title "Know Your Product
!
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not a year later, the third album explicit name "Prehistoric Sounds" fishy that even more towards the soul, with 2 times, one from Otis Redding and the other of Aretha Franklin and new is the commercial failure ...
Unfortunately, the record label, then stops with these outlandish charges, which are clearly irrecoverable. This excellent group stagnated in London for a while and then decided to throw in the towel. Some are coming to Australia, Chris Bailey he remains in London and began a long road that alcohol is not quite over ...
follow, the very first 45, the track that opens the second album, and a resumption of the spouses Turner.
It seems to repeat itself but it is always the same: Compos to draw the hair on his arms ... Arrangements sewn with gold ... Stunning voice ... Outstanding musicians ... Vocals heartbreaking ... First Class Brass ... brilliant ... a killing, I tell you! And presto! Another! No respite ... S heart stops ... It falls to his knees ... It borders on the appearance, illumination ... Anyway! We pass and the best! Again, we must go to the obvious. In the sixties, soul is a veritable bottomless pit of love for grandiose music, dance or cry ... Confirmation now with what follows. 
