500 Reasons Why The ’80’s Didn’t Suck
OK all you children of the ’80’s, this here little blog-o-mine is splitting into two. Over the last 5 years or so I have posted a ton of missives on the music of the ’80’s, trying to convince you that it wasn’t all Flock Of Seagulls. So, on a bet, I have started a sister blog to this one entitled 500 Reasons Why The ’80’s Didn’t Suck. It’s a literal description of what this blog will be. I will stupidly attempt to list 500 musical reasons why the decade of Reagan and Thatcher didn’t suck. Here’s a taster:
Let’s for a moment forget about the poofy hair, Reagan and Thatcher and the threat of nuclear annihilation, parachute pants and Eddie Murphy movies. This blog will concern itself with the music of the decade, much of which was wonderful and groundbreaking, as opposed to popular thought which has skewed opinion to remember the 80’s as the worst decade EVER of popular music.
This blog will focus on dispelling that notion by highlighting 500 musical reasons why the ‘80’s categorically did not suck. I lived through the ‘80’s so I should know, and although I made some pretty terrible choices a good majority of the bands and albums remain relevant and enjoyable even today. I didn’t listen to top 40 radio then and I don’t now, so a lot of the stuff that was played back then on that medium won’t be a focus here. No, I’d like to attempt to point you in the direction left of the dial; those albums and bands that were played at underground clubs, the forgotten gems that took research and word of mouth to discover. Trial and error baby, trial and error. These were the days before the internet, kiddies, and when you found a cool band or an album back then you owned it and shared it with your peers. You poured over the latest issues of the NME and Melody Maker (imports for me, of course) and more often that not went by the style of the LP cover or gut impulse, or sometimes both.