Oh dear, oh dear, just a few days after we were left yawning at BMW’s new 5-series’ very derivative styling (more so than they’ve ever done in the past, the Bavarians had simply taken the model lower in the range and made it bigger), we get news from Miami that Audi has just unveiled the new A8.
Now, what BMW does with its 5-series, we can’t say we care about much. With the notable exception of the M5, nothing about the 5-series ever really blew our skirt up. But Audi and the A8, that’s a different matter. We’re riled.
Audi’s a brand we have a lot of affinity for here at The Prodigal Guide. If you’ll allow us to get a little pretentious for a minute, we’d say that we associate with Audi’s brand values. They genuinely mean something to us. ”Vorsprung durch Technik” – progress through technology – perfectly embodies how we feel about car design, indeed design in general. The glitz and the chintz have never interested us. What appeals to us is objects that do they job better than any others. Typically, we find those objects are also the ones that look the best.
Like the Breilting slogan goes: “A beautiful plane is a plane that flies well”. For the most part Audi have always lived up to this. In an age where most car manufacturers – and indeed some previously untouchable watch manufacturers – have felt the need to bling up their ranges, Audi has resolutely continued to churn out designs that epitomise stylish understatement.
And no car better embodies the pinnacle of this approach than the previous generation S8. A Lamborghini V10 in the body of the most discrete luxury German saloon you could buy? That’s a truly Prodigal car that remains on our shopping list.
So what’s wrong with the new A8? Well nothing per se, just like there’s nothing wrong with the current A6 or A4. It’s just that there’s nothing special about it anymore either. The previous generation was special. Was it derivative of the other models in the range? Of course, and that’s fine. But it retained its own innimitable character. You’d never mistake it for an A4.
This new model? Well, let’s put it this way, we had to spend a lot of time verifying the pictures we’ve posted here because so many of them looked like an A6 or A4 to us at first.
At the car’s launch in Miami, Audi chairman, Rupert Stadler, said:
The A8 embodies everything that Audi is capable of. It’s the essence of our brand and represents our future. The A8 is the cornerstone in our route to becoming a signature brand that is one of a kind and unmistakeable.
Fine. Then make it look like that, not just like a bigger A4!
So, we salute the previous generation S8 and we welcome this new A8 with the respect you afford an elder member of your family: not so much because of the person they are today but because of the great things they achieved in the past. We just hope it isn’t yet time to think about taking Audi into care.
The photos in this post are from Autocar; please visit their site for more details and photos.



Straight-Six
7 December 2009
This is a very tough segment indeed: the uber-saloon is beset by younger, more capable upstarts, becoming evermore archaic in the process. You used to communicate your wealth and status through the size of your asphalt barge, but this is no longer true.
The previous generation A8 somehow carried a bright torch amongst its bloated unattractive peers that cowered and clanged in the dark. And in its S8 form it was hands-down the most understated and enticing sports saloon on the market. The V10 was simply a gift from the automotive gods above.
So, what do Audi do? They poke two sticks in its eyes, jam it full of a sloping line of LEDs (are we the only ones fed up with their liberal application on every bloody car out there?!) and turn it into an A4 on steroids.
The typical lack of German aesthetic creativity and innovation mean it’s no wonder the new 5-series parallels this approach by aping the modest-looking 3-series. Who did it first? Does it even matter?
The Prodigal Fool is polite enough to offer the respect you’d show your elders to the new A8. Us? We wouldn’t let the bastard through the door…