It’s not hard to guess why this song has come back into my mind for the first time in decades, with history repeating itself in Lebanon.
Who remembers Los Angeles rockabilly band The Red Devils? Certainly not me. I didn’t even know there was a thriving cowpunk scene, fusing rockabilly and country, in early-Eighties LA.
I was sad when The Specials fell apart: they had been such a part of my life for what they represented as much as their music. But it didn’t take long to fall in love again with the Fun Boy Three.
Sixties soul veteran Gary U.S. Bonds had a second career in the early ’80s after Bruce Springsteen wrote and produced two albums for him.
Whatever we expected from Pete Shelley’s solo debut in 1981, after a string of superlative singles by Buzzcocks, a queer synthpop anthem came as a surprise.
I loved this song when it came out in 1980. I suppose synth-pop was a novelty at the time; it was certainly not something I associated with Robert Palmer, famed for his blue-eyed soul singing, sharp suits and model girlfriends.
Dwight Yoakam came along at just the right time for me, in the mid Eighties, launching a lifelong love of country music.
Here’s a second-wave punk band I don’t remember hearing before, probably because my tastes had evolved by the time they formed in 1981.
Who would have thought a pasty-faced weirdo and his Manchester mates could create something as funky as Sly Stone’s original? Yet that’s exactly what Magazine manage to do.
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