It's a bleak winter's afternoon in Newcastle and I'm listening to Quiet Life. Because it takes me back and carries me away. Big band at my secondary school. We were heading out into the world without any real idea about where the tides of life would carry us and where we were heading. Japan sang here about 'refugees' and we had little idea of what the word actually meant but would probably find out between then and now.
Japan meanwhile seemed to know s much. They'd been ridiculed broadly as New York Dolls wannabes initially. Then as third hand Bowie / Roxy clones. But both band's records have aged well and make classy and sophisticated listening fare still. Youth clearly is not always wasted on the young.
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