Looking back 1984 musically felt like you found yourself at a set of crossroads needing to decide where you were going to go next. Of course it didn't necessarily feel like that at the time.
I was at a good moment in life.I had a great set of friends. I took my A Levels and did ok. Then I set off on my gap year and began applying to university, got into one and on a course that was far too good for me looking back. One of my luckiest breaks. Then set off to Switzerland for a job in a hotel as 1985 began. The world was at my feet and I didn't even realise it. Youth is Wasted on the Young as someone far wiser than me once said.
Felt were not making the net of the grown up charts bulge with any regularity. That's putting it mildly. Peel disliked them. They never had a proper hit or even got played on daytime radio at all during the Eighties. Except perhaps with their stellar moment Primitive Painters, Lawrence duet with Liz Fraser which personally I never much cared for. It always made me feel slightly sick. Sorry. Cocteau Twins and I became increasingly allergic to one another. Like a girl you'd had a drunken snog with at a party and both parties decide it best never so much as to acknowledge each other's presence when you met in a high school corridor from that point on.
This was much more down my street and of course sunk like a stone with an anchor attached commercially. It should have gone Top Five but good things were largely not going Top Five for a while. In the grand scheme of things of course this matters not one whit. It's just great this exists.
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