Though the band released only three studio albums within the decade, the Police sported an impressively high percentage of quality tracks, especially when compared to many of their '80s contemporaries who could barely muster three strong tunes on a 10-song LP. As a result, distilling the bands best work into a tidy Top 10 list is more difficult than it has any right to be, given the tragically short life span of the Police. Alas, we can only imagine what could have been.
This is arguably the first undisputed classic Police tune, from the immeasurably talented pen of primary songwriter Sting. As is typical of Stings compositions, the song weaves an incredibly dense narrative full of literary heft and panache. Both thematically and atmospherically, its the pop music equivalent of high art. The Nabokov connection is obvious but not tired, and the dazzling guitar work from Andy Summers and percussive wizardry of Stewart Copelands drumming provide so many layers.

This is a criminally overlooked tune from 1980's
Zenyatta Mondatta that shines with more vigor, passion and pure rock and roll fury than the band's hits have ever indicated. The musicianship is clearly the showcase here, particularly some scorching fret work from Andy Summers. But if you want to get an idea of the Police machine at its best, this is a track that really gives a sense of the band as a powerful live entity. The songs political conscience is stirring even if a bit secondary.

Its always been rather the easy way out to label the Police as a mixture of rock, pop and reggae, but the truth is the band always had its own unique take on each of those forms that superseded such labels. This great, nervous ditty about alienation is a perfect example of the singular style the Police introduced and nearly copyrighted in the early '80s. Sting spits out provocative but often opaque lyrics in an almost hip-hop stream, and the band cooks like no other before or after.
As much as Sting seems to turn away from his literary, sometimes esoteric songwriting impulses in this song that celebrates the limitations of language, he betrays that concept playfully and delightfully in this, one of his most interesting lyrics. As usual, the hooks are big and bountiful, but what really makes the song is Stings ability to get away with describing words as cheques left unsigned from the banks of chaos in his mind. Only a special rank of wordsmith can make that work.
As a songwriter, Sting tackled the subject of romantic entanglements from abundant angles but never lost freshness of perspective or delivery. This tune celebrates everything that is joyful about romantic devotion while stopping just short of Stings usual foray into the darker corners of obsession and tainted desire. Even so, fears of failure and rejection surface and help take the song to another level. Musically the tune is an eclectic delight of keyboards and Copelands distinct drumming.
As a young fan of rock music, its almost impossible not to have 80% of Stings lyrics go over your head. Or at least thats what I like to tell myself to make me feel better. But no matter what, this furious rocker is a frontal assault on several levels, not the least of which is the songs layered and dense lyrics, which delve directly into the chaos and discomfort of the era. The foreboding and unease are obvious, but explicating Stings narrative does take some effort.
What else is left to say about this tune, which has to be as nearly perfect as any mustered since the Beatles reign over the music world. Musically, Sting proves himself quite a master as well, always able to take advantage of both simple and complex compositional impulses without making the slightest misstep. Summers wonderful, haunting guitar riff is just as important to the songs success as the lyrics, but the songs structure itself is a foundational lesson in pop songwriting.
Each song I discuss brings the pain of the extremely premature dissolution of the Police into a brand new dimension, as if there are always new layers of tragedy to discover regarding the bands short and brilliant existence. Yeah, thats a pretty dramatic way to put it, but consider this: the moment Sting stepped away from the Police his charisma, passion and brilliance seemed to drop by half. The creative fusion of the Police as evidenced in this song was as fleeting as it is transcendent.
One of the greatest things about Sting as a songwriter is that he never talks down to his audience in his lyrics. I mean, he really doesnt mess around in this song, referencing the Scylla and Charybdis in the first line. The rest of the song is just as cerebral, but Sting is such a skilled storyteller and lyricist that his rhyme schemes and rhythms never sound clunky, even when they have to be fit around Mephistopheles. Seriously, is this the best band ever were talking about here?
Buoyed by exotic rhythms, this tune was a definite harbinger for Stings later solo forays into world music. Its also a showcase for Andy Summers dazzling jazz guitar leanings and, of course, Stewart Copelands consummate skill behind the drum kit. Each member of the Police has gone on to do many worthy things as individual performers, composers and instrumentalists, but they must have known those efforts would never compare to what the trio could accomplish together.