My ol’ pal Gavin randomly sent me a link for The Primitives’ Crash (live circa 1988) which, in a youtube minute, has got me all nostalgic for 80’s pop this week…

Sure, it’s lip-synched and yeah in hindsight was just another harbinger of the awful image-driven crap that secured a stultifying grip on mainstream media at the dawn of the 90s but hell, even the most blatantly commercial music in the 1980s seemed to have at least some underlying musicality and craftsmanship which now has completely vanished or worse, been subverted to boringly safe product churned out weekly by studio technicians with finely-honed Pro Tools skills and little else to their artistic credit. Or, at least that’s what a 2 minute dose of Tracy Tracy and co’s proto-shoegaze pseudo-indie pop rock has got me ga-ga enough to think for the next 13.