The NME reviews are incredibly catty and gossipy. In fact the whole tone of the newspaper is. It reads like a newspaper rather than a magazine. But one that slides between broadsheet and tabloid occasionally. One written under the fierce pressure of deadlines. Tapping typewriters. Cigarettes and booze probaby on the go.
The lead review of a very busy week for albums is strangely for Marilyn. Still robably most famous as being Boy George's mate. Listed in Wikipedia for services to gender bending. Paul Du Noyer who went on to be one of the driving foreces behind Mojo writes the review. He's not very kind to either the album or Marilyn.
These were the days before you got a mark with the review to help you decide whether you acually wanted to read it or not. I imagine Mariltn didn't enjoy reading it too much
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