I always had a soft spot for OMD since I first laid eyes on Andy McCluskey looking distressed and wobbling like an enormous blancmange in Burton threads on Top of the Pops singing or perhaps more accurately warbling Messages. He resembled an over emotional choirboy cracking up at his first communion. There was something ludicrously melodramatic and faintly ridiculous about the band from the off. But I always loved their tunes.
By 1984 they'd shifted off my radar but were still charting with their peculiar obsessions. They ran through a long list of them over their first five years. Technology, the H Bomb, Joan of Arc, Vorticism and here Nikola Tesla. They were heading for American and MTV now and it felt quite pre-meditated, but they followed their own whacky script.
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