1981. I was doing the Mod thing and listening to a lot of sixties stuff and soul and Stax but I always kept my ears out for other stuff. With the album Talk talk Talk I kinda got into the Furs for a short while. Seduced by Pretty In Pink and it's wall of sound and Bowie leanings I found myself on the singles lookout once again for more of their stuff. Unfortunately some of their other stuff was a tad boring so they never got too close to my musical heart.
But at the time I listened endlessly to the lyrics in my small flat in Fitzroy North. some of them were so off the wall but at the same time made perfect sense.
But 1981 was a particularly hot summer and on Thursday nights we'd go to the Underground night club where with a bit of persuasion the DJ would play the Furs and we'd dance around in what was by all intents and purposes a cage. We were getting a little bit mad and crazy. Smashing glasses for fun was obnoxious behaviour but one of our group liked to do it. When he kicked a hole in my car that was going a bit far. Still we were dressing up and wearing eyeliner and the world was ours and the Psychedelic Furs provided a good soundtrack. I had a new girlfriend and the band was taking off as we prepared to tour Sydney and parts of northern Victoria (or was it southern NSW). Good times.
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