KAJAGOOGOO, BATCHES
Phill_Most
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Tongue-tied, I'm short of breath, don't even tryTry a little harderSomething's wrong, you're not naive, you must be strongOoh, baby, tryHey girl, move a little closer.You'reToo shy shyHush hush, eye to eyeToo shy shyHush hush, eye to eyeToo shy shyHush hush, eye to eyeToo shy shyHush hushModern medicine falls short of your complaintsOoh, try a little harderYou're moving in circles, won't you dilateBaby tryHey girl, move a little closer'Cause, you'reToo shy shyHush hush, eye to eyeToo shy shyHush hush, eye to eyeToo shy shyHush hush, eye to eyeToo shy shyHush hush
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HARICUT ONE HUNDRED, MUHFUCKA!!!
I was wondering if anybody ever hit that when i heard it on the RADio this afternoon. P Diddy shoulda rocked over that in like 1998.
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when i was like 7 or 8 they were so huge here lol...i wonder how they look now...
dead or alive 1980s:
singer pete burns 1980s:
singer pete burns 2003:
AAAAHHH
Um...I have "Too Shy" on 45 (two-tone mullet styrene cue-burn raer).
file under: heavy rotation
Oh, that is my jernt, right there. Slightly ahead of "Seems Like You're Ready" in the pantheon of Jams Concerning Somewhat Coerced Deflowering. While I may never have the wherewithal to sing it out loud ("Aww give may, come awn and give may, garrrrl, give may what you can't get baaack...") even just listening to it makes me feel all glossy and gone-to-seed, like I'm pedway pimping in a replica of Big Daddy Kane's suit from "Don't Curse" (which I of course had custom-tailored at great personal expense) and just kind of skating along a cloud of low-watt dazzle that seeped out of the Chess King dumpster. Recommended to anyone who ever wore anything with epaulets while wishing they were part European.
And while Kajagoogoo, Dead Or Alive, et al. is cool, real heads understand that the deep, deep china white resides in The Associates??? Sulk. Please know that I say what I'm about to say as someone who has the Michael Campbell and High Voltage reissue, who owns a number of peak-period Asylum-label blank-check Laurel Canyon forays into the heart of individual darkness, and who bought Ni**a Please the day it came out: This may be the single most cocaine-informed record I've ever heard. Ever. Absolutely unsane. It???s the music equivalent of a Pen & Pixel cover: every single element has been buffed to an alien sheen and layered and layered and layered within an inch of its own life, and the obvious fact that no two pieces were ever in the same room at the same time gives it a deep unreality that nonetheless--because of the sheer mesacline drama-queen clusterfuck intensity with which it???s all compressed together--reflects and refracts as the most rococo hyperreality possible. It???s like watching a thousand ants get devoured by a million ants in a shower of money, accompanied by a seizing DX7 and the glow of a light that is endlessly green. This album is 80s new-wave excess, so much so that I can barely fucking listen to it, except when I can???t fucking stop.
But since I suspect that this thread really isn't that kind of party, I'll just kind of Hey-Remember-The-Eighties? by saying that Culture Club's "Time" is pretty fucking superb, even if it's all chorus. And I'll fuck with some Blow Monkeys, too. And anyone who rides for shit like Bobby Caldwell and Boz Scaggs but can't get behind some fey 80s rubber soul is playing themselves. Big time.
brilliant
were you down with AP and Barry Seal?
The Bros Super-Cincher belt stays with me, though.
Back in my teen years, my dad went to England on business, so I asked him to bring me back some "cool music magazines" and some "cool music." He came back a week later strapped with some magazines whose charts were populated almost exclusively by compilations, and the then-latest Bros cd ("The guy in the store said they're the biggest thing going!"). And, I mean, I was on some Punks Not Dead shit at the time. What's the opposite of "well chuffed"?
All that notwithstanding, what I am saying is: I'm afraid I'm gonna need you to run that belt, too, holmes. I'm not tryna go out half-dipped. I can offer you some Esprit and a vest to be named later. Take it or leave it.
I'm sorry to report that the hair was no more, instead replaced with a simple short back and sides. Needless to say I cried myself to sleep that night.
you had me right there...
wow.
you give D.Tompkins a run for the moola
saying
Throw in three Z.Caviricci crouch labels and a pair of baby platform pointy-toed white Creepers* and it's a deal.
*Black top-stitching is non-optional.
What I like about this picture is that you can tell who is in the band and who isn't...
wow!
james done did it again
Absolutely agree!