Videodrome

Well, summer has come and gone (essentially) in the UK, and my big accomplishment since July has been finally getting wireless broadband set up in my cottage, which, to you, may not sound like such a herculean feat of superhuman prowess - but - if you live in the middle of nowhere and are held hostage in a nasty choke hold by the ghastly restrictions of primitive infrastructure, then you'd be very proud indeed. See pic. Does it look like there's a hub anywhere nearby? Anyway, as a result of my endeavours, I've spent all day in bed (wireless!!) watching videos from the 80s, 'cause, sometimes you feel a little bit Clan of Xymox, and at other times (against your better nature) you feel a little bit Wendy James. Check it out:

http://www.1500videos.com/

Some notable, must-see entries you'll find include:

1) the 12" single of Imagination, by Belouis Some (makes Girls On Film look like Gidget)
2) Fascination, Company B (for the fabulous choreography and wigs!!! LOL)
3) Pretty Boys and Pretty Girls, Book of Love (because I was a teenage drag queen when this came out. Ah, nostalgia)
4) Never Say Never, Romeo Void (because it still rocks 500 years later)
5) Cat House, Danielle Dax (like most 80s videos, it sucks hard, but the song still kicks ass. It would have been so much better if they just invested in a bloody wind machine!)
6) Living On Video, Trans-X (just watch it and love it. And dont question me)
7) Carolyn's Fingers, Cocteau Twins (you know how I feel about this already)
8) Homosapien, Peter Shelley (what is there to say? except Genius)
9) Vienna, Ultravox (just because)
10) They Dont Know, Tracey Ullman (guilty pleasure!! I laughed, I cried...)
11) then, bizarrely, there is Twist In My Sobriety, Tanita Tikaram (which seems quite weirdly out of place amongst the Siouxies, Devos, Joy Divisions, Specimens and Sigue Sigues, the frightful editing techniques, and the absurdly inane and puerile story lines).

There's also lots of early techno, industrial and deliciously ridiculous New Romantic goodies, BUT, mind you, there's mostly ultra appalling shite listed, utterly unwatchable rubbish: Saxon, Debarge, Christopher Cross, Toto, Janet Jackson, etc. You really hafta dig to find the gems lurking in this pile of muck. But God, is it worth it. I havent been this happy... well... since I snuck my very first record (OMD, 1980) into the house and hid it from my mother for fear of corporal punishment. You know, work of the Devil, and all that...