As regular readers of this blog (both of them in fact) will know I tend to find myself stuck in a time warp from the 1980s recalling the heady days of my youth. Back then the Conservative Party led by a certain M. Thatcher (but albeit without the help of the Lib Dems) was in power. Thatcher’s iron-fisted rule led to a certain discontentment among a section of society resulting in a flurry of creative activity within the fields of art, literature, comedy, cinema and music. With retro-nostalgia back in vogue one wonders if we’re in for something of an artistic renaissance.
Thanks to modern technology (Youtube take a bow) I’m able to recreate the memories of my youth.
Thanks to the said site I was able to find two songs from late 1980s which I hadn’t heard for over 20 years.
One is I walk the earth – the official anthem of the Rambler Association (not really, but it would be a good idea) by the “Anglo-American college rock/alternative band” (Wikipedia’s description, not mine) Voice of the Beehive, who had a string of hits at this time, but son faded back into obscurity. Which is a shame as they did make some decent tunes.
The other song is a one hit wonder (and a rather good one at that), Scarlet Fantastic’s No Memory – the official anthem of the Amnesiacs Association (very bad taste I know). No doubt complaints will flood in – that is if anyone actually reads this blog! Big hair and cleavage were the order of the day in this video.
It’s funny how listening to a certain pierce of music can trigger off memories in the subconscious.
Think inner city riots, anti-apartheid demonstrations, boycotting South African fruit in the supermarkets, skeletal bearded men wrapped in blankets in filthy shit-smeared prison cells, running battles between police and striking miners, Russian tanks rolling over Afghanistan, Americans in Grenada, warfare amidst the penguins and sheep on wind-swept South Atlantic islands, loud-mouthed Dubliners ranting about famine in Ethiopia, the Chernobyl disaster, statues of communist dictators being toppled, BMX bikes, footballers in tight shorts with bubble perms and moustaches, Joan Collins in shoulder pads, Rubiks cubes, grotesque rubber puppets imitating the politicians and celebrities of the day…I could go on all day.