'Oh no. Don't blame Mexico. That's a feast that the whisky priest, may yet have to forego...'
Witton Gilbert's Prefab Sprout flexed their puny County Durham muscles in a bid for immortality on Kitchenware Records with a single that was clearly about.... the plotline of Graham Greene's 1940 novel The Power & the Glory. So you get a tilt at the charts that concerns itself with a Catholic priests crisis of faith on a war torn skyline.
The song also tries to do Pop but whichever way you look at it it's bloody odd Pop. I remember catching it on The Tube knowing nothing at all about the band and thinking, 'What on earth is that?' Watching this intense bunch emoting this song on beaches and clifftops.
They certainly weren't going to pay this on the Gary Davis, 'Ooo Gary Davis' show. At lunchtime on Radio One.It was all rather magical anyhow. A song which ran on its own internal batteries and vision. Paddy and the boys went on to Steve McQueen in 1985 which made everyone sit up and pay attention.
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