In 1977 there was a tidal wave of new bands springing up in England. In 1978 they just kept on coming. The amazing thing was not only just how good they were at the time but how good they sound now. And after the initial punk thrash of early punk (not that there was anything wrong with that) the sounds we were hearing were increasingly diverse.
XTC have been a particular favourite of mine over the years. This was the first song of theirs I heard and it just sounded so cool coming out over the car radio one Sunday afternoon in Nunawading. With all this new music we had to find new radio stations. Luckily we were able to pick up Triple R way out there in the suburbs and we'd listen to it on Sunday afternoons when they seemed to play new music from the UK.
In my memory it seems that they played a lot of XTC. Or maybe the sound was just perfect for radio. All tinny guitars and bleeps and heavy rhythm.
I was driving the crappy Datsun Bluebird. A carburettor held together with band aids and chewing gum. Terry towelling seat covers. Blue of course. A box on wheels. But when songs like this were blasting from the radio or from the cassette player we travelled on sound. And that was good enough.
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