During my last year at university I had a comfortable room in an excellent block of student flats right in the heart of Norwich. I was nursing a slightly broken heart but you wouldn't have known it to look at me.It didn't actually break. I just nursed it for years. In the morning when I woke up and prepared to go to campus for my seminars and lectures I used to listen to Simon Mayo's Breakfast Show on Radio One.
He was a cultivated softly spoken man. Unusually among Radio One Daytime DJs music seemed important to him. At a certain point he got really into The Chills Heavenly Pop Hit and played it every day for a month. It was a lovely song to hear first thing in the morning and to bathe in Mayo's evident love of it. Even this hefty support didn't get the single into the British Top 40. It stalled at # 97. The only single to make so much of a blip in the UK throughout the band's career.
But his support of The Chills led me to buy Submarine Bells . I'm listening to it now as the sun sets. It is nautical poetry. I shook Martin Phillips hand a couple of years. Before the band played a blasting set. They're one if the special bands.They exist in their own space.
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