One evening at Titanic in London, NME journalist Simon Witter catches and is blown away by a pretentious band from Birmingham on Phonogram called Swans Way. You know - Marcel Proust . They clearlt read books and jolly well want you to know it. He's so impressed he gets on a train to Birmingham with photographer Bleddyn Butcher and takes the band out to tea and cake at a classy brasserie on expenses.
The band witter on to Witter without sayong much at all and get a page in NME while they wait for Smash Hits and The Face to notice them. They insist in the interview they are not the same as more successful local lights, Dexys, Fashion and Duran Duran, are not the same as Sade or Working Week either and that they like books and films as much as they like music.I'm listening to their 1984 album The Fugitive Kind now. It's of its time and pretty irritating after a while. Blue Eyed Poseur Soul. History records that The Blue Nile do what they wished to do and become less than a footnote on Pop annals..
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