![]() I spent a lot of time in my car listening to WPRK-FM, which continued to be the only radio station in Central Florida that didn’t repel me. In 1991, I managed to hear the first new UK act in about five years that managed to attract my attention. Multiply that experience by ten years, and you’ll have a good idea of what British music meant to me around that time. ![]() Not enough there there to bring me back for extra helpings. But one album of them was enough for my Record Cell. I bought it on import long before they got signed to whatever label they had in The States. A group like The Sundays was a perfect example. I had bought the occasional album by English pop acts in 1990. It was during this time that I became a Francophile for a good seven years… At least until the French discovered hip hop! The new English bands that appealed to me the entire decade, can be counted on the fingers of a single hand. In that sense, it perfectly reflected its zeitgeist. ![]() It seemed to be music of a time of diminished expectations. ![]() Following the mid 80s flowering of the NWOBJP, the ecstatic flow of UK club music on the underground side vied with the PWL steamroller to almost universally repel my normally inquisitive ears. My long term enjoyment of UK bands was definitely on the rocks as the late 80s rave culture was still dominant in the music scene. While I enjoyed my life in the 90s the one point of no comparison was when it came to new bands. So with the photo post the other day, I suppose the 90s gauntlet has been thrown. Bob Stanley and Pete Wiggs can’t believe that they get to hang out with Sarah Cracknell ![]()
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