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Where did all the mad creativity of the 80s pop records go?

March 2, 2013

BETvhyBCIAALoLZTHE 80s always get a terrible rap from pricks like me, so when Mrs H installed this CD in the car, I naturally sneered. It was however a revelation. A review.

Aha – The Living Daylights: Not a Bond theme and not the Norwegians finest hour, and their entire first album, Hunting High and Low, is one huge finest hour. Not dislikeable, just not memorable.

Bananarama – Venus: Brilliant pop. All hip girls now who still really get ‘the look’ right, look like Bananarama. T’was ever thus, I suppose. Eminently likeable.

Bronski Beat – Why: Peerless. One of a myriad of superb dance records marginalised because they are ‘gay’ records.

Howard Jones – Like to get you know you well: Twelve words: Must-be-in-a-John-Hughes-movie-dance-sequence-in-a-library. Actually, one more word: Snood

Pretenders – Don’t ge me wrong: Perhaps the sexiest rock voice ever. I might still be in love. Hubba hubba

Red Box – For America: As Homer Simpson should have said: “Hiddley hay, yaddley D’Oh!” Eminently forgettabubble.

Yes – Owner of a Lonely Heart: One of the strangest records of all time. A band with no idea of what they are doing while Trevor Horn copies and pastes the sound of falling filing cabinets all over it. Legendary nonsense. Hard to dislike, in any way, shape or form.

Then Jericho – Big Area: A big area of charisma by-pass. Musical stainless steel – functional, efficient, but not desirable.

Aztec Camera – Jump: Roddy Frame does Van Halen, might be one of my favourite covers of all time. Even better because it’s  not a nondescript, folky-voiced wee girl destroying a previously good song to advertise iPads sold by a hateful premium department store.

Chris Rea – On the Beach: doo doo, doo doo, doo doodley doo doodley doo. Lovely. No-one makes hit singles influenced by jazz anymore.

Fine Young Cannibals – Johnny Come Home: Extraordinary record. No-one makes hit singles influenced by jazz anymore.

New Order – Blue Monday: Someone should write something about 1980s Manchester bands, a sorely  neglected period in British music history.

Primal Scream – Imperial: Dear band, I have three recommendations: 1) Mr Marr wants the How Soon is Now riff back, 2) Mr Marr, Mr McGuinn wants his riff back, 3) Have you thought of getting in an amazing dance music remixer or two to beef out the weedy derivative stuff  NME readers think they should like?

Echo & the Bunnymen – Killing Moon: Simply sensational vocal.

The Jesus & Mary Chain – Some Candy Talking: In an off licence somewhere, an angry Glaswegian man, buying six tins of Stella, is being paged by the Velvet Undergound’s lawyer for lost royalties. I mean, really?

Blancmange – Living on the Ceiling: Should sound amazingly dated, and it does. However, still tremendous fun. And fun is at a premium in pop in the present day.

The Beach Boys – Kokomo: Unspeakable. The aural version of one man urinating all over the legacy of his more talented oppo. Makes Jimmy Buffett sound like Bob Dylan circa-1965.

Simply Red – A New Flame: Great vocal, brilliant song, mostly brilliant production that has aged well. Mick Hucknall, someone you are  not supposed to like, yet sells millions of records. Music snobs: you do the maths.

Tanita Tikaram – Good Tradition: Whatevs. But, her brother was the hot bi-sexual in This Life, Brit-Pop fans.

Mari Wilson – Just What I Always Wanted: Whatevs. Literally, whatevs. As Midge Ure said: It means nothing to me.

One Comment leave one →
  1. March 3, 2013 2:07 pm

    Enjoyed that, thank you. Nice to take a trip down memory lane…I remember all except Mari Wilson.

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