Last night I came in from long day in the hit sun and listened to Suede's Suede before having my supper and turning in. Today I find myself enjoying Shepherd's Bush' finest The Passions Michael & Miranda . I must be having a funny turn.
Suede and The Passions are not disimilar in terms of sensibility and temperament. Gothy, highly wrought ashen types who had too much to dream last night and want to tell the world about it . I imagine the members of both wrote feverish poetry while they shoud have been contributing to Literature or History seminars at sixth form college.
Michael & Miranda is a neglected classic of New Wave Cold War angst. Angular, jerky Alternative Pop that made me feel like I was eighteen again just now.
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