Much as I'm a fan of Eighties music - had you noticed? - there's one band that still leaves me as cold today as it did back then: Wham!
That said, when I first saw Young Guns on TOTP I thought it was great, and rushed out to buy it. So did everyone else and of course it was the start of something big.
But to me, with each single came diminishing returns, and by the time we got to Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go Wham! had properly become a laughable bouffant-haired teenybob nonsense duo and while, like them, I was busy choosing life, I was firmly not a fan.
Follow-up singles like Freedom and I'm Your Man made me tune out, and as for Careless Whisper, you couldn't turn on the radio for hearing it at least once an hour in 1984. The opening sax bars still make me shudder. The whole George Michael solo career is a no-go area for me too, though I've a bit of time for Heal The Pain but that's really it. I wouldn't mind if he wasn't such a tit.
So while I'll happily extoll the virtues of other tween faves from the me decade, I draw the line here.
And if, dear reader, you were wondering why I've been so quiet, I've just spent 10 exhaustingly expensive but enormously fun days in Las Vegas, a world of its own pumping constant music that doesn't go beyond 1990, depending where you are. You'll hear odd things like The The's Uncertain Smile or B Movies Remembrance Day, songs that never were on the US chart radar at all, which makes it all the more surreal.
I still feel a bit strange.
