
The New Yorker’s done a playlist of Thatcher songs (which is quite good, so you should read that too) but it reminded me of this S*M*A*S*H track.
For those of you too young to remember, this lot lasted about five minutes, made Welwyn Garden City famous for slightly less than that, upset some people for liberal usage of (gasp!) sweary words and released this track – their only good one – on a single that was promptly deleted the next day. I say it’s their only good track, but actually the Gunshot remix on the flipside was EPICALLY good, and much, much more menacing. But, since no-one’s put that one up on Youtube yet, this will have to do.
In case anyone else is feeling nostalgic, Taylor Parkes’ 1994 interview with them is – all at the same time – a chilling reminder of those dark musical days, a standout piece of music journalism, and hilarious.
I hated this lot as a teenager (that manufactured NWONW scene made me feel a bit sick), but it makes me smile now – it even sounds a bit sweet these days, the excitable little rapscallions.
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