No time for a proper post, I’m afraid. I want to get back to Fifty Shades of Grey. No, really.
I first saw The Pasadenas supporting Wet Wet Wet. The Pasadenas were great. Wet x 3 were not. (They did “something from our new album” which, of course, no one knew. Pellow grumbled, “Well you could be a bit more f*cking enthusiastic.” The t*t.) So I came away from that gig much less of a fan of the Wets and mad for the, er, ‘denas. I loved their first album, haven’t heard it for years. But this one takes me right back.
(Just Wikipedia’d – they’re all still alive, thank goodness. Such a risk when reminiscing.)