I dunno, guys (& gals). I think I can make a case for Ghost, for the simple reason that the Too Much/Rehumanize/One World trifecta may be one of the best consecutive triple headers in modern rock history.
(You know, I really hate writing sentences like that one, because there's so much rock writing that's pure wankery - and in which everything is the biggest, or best, or most classic. I have no time for a lot of that stuff, mostly because it never seems to explore many horizons outside the obvious possibilities - usually the Beatles/Stones classic rock genre. Not that there's anything wrong with that - since two of my alltime favorite albums are The Beatles (white album) and Exile on Main Street - but I do think that folks who write sentences full of hyperbole often have not explored some newer or international music that they ought. But I digress.)
I'll grant you, there is some heavy production on this thing. "Too Much" opens with a horn section over Stew's snare (which sounds like it's in the back room), but fairly quickly Sting starts absolutely screaming OH! over Stew's beat....then howling about his mind in a muddle, which somehow fits perfectly over the pounding rock and roll racket in the background.
I'll posit this is almost a classic punk/rock theme. And this was back in the 1980s - before 24 hour cable news and the Internet. Nothing specific is mentioned - has Sting been reading about an armed conflict? It's just an observation about the world, in the same vein as a lot of classic Clash songs (Lost in the Supermarket, et al).
The horns would bother me more if Stewart's drumming weren't mixed so far forward, almost as noticeably as Sting's vocal. (I've always thought that a greatly underappreciated aspect of Stewart's contribution to the band has been his talent at production. Don't believe me? Go listen to the Klark Kent LP.) At 2:42 into the song, the snares are very nearly louder than the vocal. The atmospherics, in the form of the brass, sound to me like the kind of dischordant "information" Sting's talking about.
And after the classic fadeout, we go SPANG right into another really rollicking rant also punctuated mightily by the snares...and I sure don't agree you can't hear Andy in this. Again, the horns sound like they're intended more as background noise....Immediately Sting's singing about pulling out a knife. Then a policeman with a gun to keep him warm...
(Disclaimer: I LOVE this song. It's been one of my all-time favorites for two decades...so maybe my objectivity is failing...)
It almost seems more melodic to me than some other Police material, with Stewart's drumming holding everything together. There's a lot more Stewart in the mix at this point than on some other records to me.
Just a classic, classic rock/pop song, but here again the lyrics are about alienation. Nothing about love and sunshine and flowers in this one. Sting works all day in a factory building a machine, and yet the music is rollicking along in the background, making us have a terrific time and all of a sudden we're clapping our hands and dancing our asses off, and the guys have us doing it with a song about how terrible everything is...which is part of the sneaky glory that is the Police.
Another fade, and then we are immediately treated to one of the best drumming performances in Stewart's pantheon. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! like the sound of gunshots (does anyone seriously think this would be the same band without its definitive rhythm section?) And we're hearing even more about alienation, only this time it's amongst poor folks who are overlooked by the overweening media Sting was just talking about.
OK, so maybe my love for this sequence stems greatly from Sting's lyrics, but Jesus, Stewart is just resplendent here. And he's got some cowbell and strangeness going on behind the first chorus...then back to him just keeping the groove together...then BAM! BAM! BAM and a self-deluding trick...At 2:40 the song is almost entirely Stewart, way up in the mix, and with the horns sort of accompanying him. Then we build way up to the last chorus in the song and everything is a million miles away! And Stewart really lets loose, and my Lord I Can't! Wait!! to see this live...
OK, this sequence in its entirety probably really encapsulates why I have loved the Police for 25 years. We can all sink, or we all float, and here we all are nigh two decades later talking about a slew of reunion performances and it's darned near too good to be true.