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I had a few unpleasant flashbacks when I found myself unable to switch off ´óÏó´«Ã½2 80s revival the other night. I thought we'd already gone through the Eighties revival and it was now safe to watch TV again, but never mind. "Girls And Boys-Sex And British Pop" was a sometimes serious look at what for me was a dark period in musical history. For most other people, of course, it was a bit of light relief after all that punk rock nonsense. Dressing up, going out dancing, eyeliner for everyone in the audience, what's not to enjoy ?Ìý The records, that's what. For every brilliant single like Tainted Love there were three Spandau Ballet hits. True, Gold and that other one where they wore kilts. Do you still listen to them on the ipod ? Did you ever want to learn the chords of any Spandau Ballet song, they way I wanted to learn the chords of White Riot ?
Duran Duran have have been the beneficiaries of a lot of historical revisionism recently but there are some of us who remember the suits, the yachts and the floppy hair and wishing Sid was still alive, if only to leer at them and ruin their good suits with a well aimed can of Steiger. The rule of the New Romantics may have meant more handsome devils on Top Of The Pops but it lacked the thrill of seeing undesirables like The Lurkers being introduced by Tony Blackburn. Having said all that, I'm away to watch the Boy George film on iPlayer. I did like Culture Club. Couldn't eat a whole one, of course.