Tears For Fears were the first band I ever saw, (I was a late developer music wise,) at a gig at The Hammersmith Palais in November 1982 when I had just arrived at Sixth Form College. I'd been drawn to them by the Mad World single, which was then ridng high in the charts at the time, I think it fell just short of Number One in the UK and instantly broke the band.
It was just the kind of intense, slightly overwrought melodrama that appealed at that age. Like something that the younger brother of a Bunnyman might have put out at the time. John Peel was a fan and you can see him quietly enthusing here while introducing them on Top of the Pops one Thursday evening.
What TFF did next was less to my liking but I still have a soft spot for Mad World and their debut album The Hurting, as much a reminder of how I was and how I felt at the time as for its own virtues which are considerable. Mad World has also taken on a whole life of its own over the years since. It's a song that's forever sixteen.
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