I also feel like this is another reason why some Blondie fans don't care for it, but I find the sound/various themes very refreshing. Some user-contributed text on this page is available under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License; additional terms may apply. The final three tracks are the most casual and melancholy starting with, "(Can I) Find the Right Words (To Say)" which is a beautiful ballad with a great synth. English Boys" is sweetly serene, and contains some of Debbie's most introspective lyrics about how the world was changing during her formative years.

For war child alone, this gets 4 stars, the rest of the album is best described as patchy, which is sad in a way because every album up to this point in Blondie's career was pretty much without fault.I was hoping that the music would be just as crazy, but after the somewhat promising first track that kinda matches the cover theme, it's generally a slog. Despite their transparent Top Forty aspirations, these two songs do play into the record’s overall concept. Appreciate for the potpourri of Third World rhythms, which are handled so well; for the diversity of the music, which runs the gamut from Grace Jones-style club funk to reggae and rap; and, finally, for the literariness of Debbie Harry’s lyrics, which sketch a desolate, despoiled modern world driven by primitive passions. Orchid Club” summons you with tribal drumming that commences low, like something heard downriver, and then gets louder, as if you’d chanced upon some weird fertility rite. In the liner notes to the 2001 reissue of The Hunter, producer Mike Chapman stated, "I knew that we were in a different and far less accessible artistic space.

At this point in their career it's obvious the band was going to break up soon enough unfortunately; I'm of the mind that believes they still had more to deliver in the early 80s, but perhaps The Hunter isn't that bad of a send off in hindsight.

However, there is no denying that the songs on _The Hunter_ lack the punch and bite of earlier efforts.

Though Harry’s pancultural heart is in the right place, her rap diction is about as convincing as, say, trying to imagine Dick Clark belting out “Soul Man. The opening track is evident of that impeccable creativity, "Orchid Club" which is a heart-pounding, foot-stomping powerhouse! Massively underrated album, with several tracks of sheer classic quality, accompanied by lesser ones that still have, without exception, something remarkable to offer. These remasters both included the 12'‘ extended version of War Child (incorrectly spelt “Warchild” on the 1994 release) as its only bonus track.Ignore The Album Cover, The Record Rocks Ignore the idiotic album cover of Deborah Harry looking like Lassie the Collie and rescue dog. Little Caesar" is a strange little ditty, but I really have a soft spot for it because it's so unique and quirky. I wouldn't say it's all bad, but there's some real duds to contend with, and a decent track like "War Child" could've benefited with a better with a tighter sound.