Side A										17:08
01		Frozen Years						03:35
02		Emotional Traffic						02:46
03		Tired Of Waiting						03:25
04		Loving You (Is Far Too Easy)						03:22
05		Euro						04:00
Side B										16:30
06		Two Leaders						03:11
07		We Believe In You / New Age						05:10
08		All Fall Down						02:33
09		One Good Night						02:50
10		I Can't Help Myself						02:46

Bass - Andrew Bodnar
Drums, Vocals - Steve Goulding
Guitar, Vocals - Brinsley Schwarz (2) , Martin Belmont
Keyboards, Vocals - Bob Andrews
Trumpet - Dick Hanson (tracks: B3)

T he knock on Frogs is that the songs don’t leap off the record. Instead of rollicking pub rock, it favors synthesizers and moodier, heavier subjects. Frogs has one good song, “One Good Night,” and some pretty good ones in “All Fall Down,” “Frozen Years,” “Tired of Waiting” and “Emotional Traffic.” Otherwise, it’s a difficult record, a serious second album from a band that no one wanted to take seriously. Sure, you wanted to see The Rumour succeed on some small level, maybe even score a Top 40 hit, then slide back in rank behind Graham Parker with a satisfied smirk on their faces. But you weren’t going to follow The Rumour too far into the woods, and tracks like “We Believe In You/New Age” and “I Can’t Help Myself” were further out than I wanted to go. As an album of new music, Frogs Sprouts Clogs and Krauts isn’t bad, but consider the works released in 1979: Squeezing Out Sparks, Look Sharp!, Labour of Lust, Armed Forces. Those albums are brilliant, and The Rumour, knowing they couldn’t outsmart the competition, might have done better to play the fool. Amazingly, this album did scrape past the Top 200; amazing given that Graham Parker hardly had any coattails to walk on. Today, the record is something of a new wave curio, an example of the little band that could and did and then disbanded. I’d reckon you’d have a lot of Elvis, Joe Jackson, Dave Edmunds and Nick Lowe records (or a shrine to Graham Parker) before arriving at The Rumour. Frogs (and their albums in general) are better than the worst of those artists (Mike’s Murder, Nick the Knife), but worse than the best. Their second album hangs half an imaginary star lower than their third (which borrowed better material), and likely lower than Max too (I’m reconstructing The Rumour from Purity).