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1987: What The F___ Is Going On?

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This post is an introduction, I suppose, to the next few years of Popular. It was going to be part of a regular post but it grew into its own thing, so I’m putting it up as its own thing.

The late 80s are strange times for the British pop charts. They’re one of those exciting periods – like the mid-50s, like the late-70s – where different musics and different audiences seem to be at war, where the very question of what pop is – the role it plays in peoples’ lives – is up in the air. But unlike those there’s no settled consensus on who to back. You might still find people who aver that faceless dance records ruined the charts – certainly the people who marketed pop and pop radio seemed to have a horror of them at the time. You will also still find people who snarl at reissues in the Top 40 on a kind of principle. You will find some with a kind word to say about the brazenly cheap pop of the time and others who think Pete Waterman is one of British pop culture’s great monsters.

And seen from our perspective – from the top of the charts – what we have is something close to chaos, time breaking down so that a record from the fifties and a cover of a record from the fifties, and a record purpose-built for obsolescence before the nineties, and a record that sounded like it was from the next century, all these could tumble into one another at number one. Past, present and future in collision – and plenty of people despaired of all three.

While others jumped right in: Bill Drummond deciding to make a hip-hop record, spending the first months of the year on the aptly named 1987: What The Fuck Is Going On?, getting sued by ABBA and then resurfacing the next year with a number one of his own before telling everyone else how to do it. The story’s not exactly typical of the times but it’s illustrative. Looking back the industry seems at its most cynical and its most gameable, both at the same time.

The ferment of the late 80s happened for a bunch of reasons. The stars of the Band Aid generation had abdicated, split, imploded or disgraced themselves and there was a stardom void ready for canny operators to exploit. There was a massive opportunity for the record business to repackage its long-neglected back catalogues, and singles could play a part in that. And there was house music, the touch paper for one of the great realignments in British pop culture. What all these had in common, I’d speculate, was the cheap money sloshing around during the Lawson boom: “dosh dosh dosh” as Harry Enfield said, and just as in the late 50s consumer boom some of that dosh went into pop. Trading up your old records for CDs; shopping for jeans and wondering about the music from the advert; queueing up for Bros calendars; buying a cut-price package trip to the Balearics – different audiences, spending their money in different ways but it all added up to a tacky, fast, strange time for pop.

(And a good time? Some of it was remarkable. Some of it was unspeakable. I can’t wait to find out what you all think…)

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    Billy Smart on 2 Feb 2010 #

    The absolutely pivotal moment is about issue 8 of Q – the one with The Beatles making of Sgt Pepper on the cover. Astonishingly, this was seen as something of a risk at the time, but sold out almost immediately, copies being impossible to find for years, etc.

    And 23 years on, this publication is the template for every other issue of Mojo and Uncut…

    I have some affection for old-school Q, looking back, though I saw it as the enemy of what I stood for as an MM/ John Peel teenager. I can see now that it was clearly written by a lot of droll and literate middle-aged fellows, with a range of interests that went beyond pop, in features like the Q charts or Tom Hibbert interviews, which were always really funny. This strand of journalism has long since disappeared from Q, but lives on in The Word, a much more pleasurable read than Mojo or Uncut.

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    LondonLee on 2 Feb 2010 #

    #51. but it’s importing United States Of America’s nostalgia.

    Journey are bad enough, just hope the same thing doesn’t happen with Kiss.

    The power of US cultural hegemony is rewriting our cultural history: Halloween takes over Guy Fawkes and now apparently we were always Journey fans.

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    thefatgit on 2 Feb 2010 #

    And the irony there is 4 lads from Dublin mentioned upthread take the US by storm with The Joshua Tree, and what is essentially an open love-letter to America (or what is essentially an ideal, or sense of what the USA SHOULD be), after The Unforgettable Fire’s unabashed critique of the United States of America! Or if you prefer…let’s sell America back to the Americans!

    Further down the line, we have Bono attempting phone the President night after night from underneath a GIANT LEMON!?! But again, I am getting a little too far ahead.

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    AndyPandy on 2 Feb 2010 #

    48:I’ve mentioned on here before that surely it’s a myth that Abba had to wait until the early 90s and Bjorn Again etc to gain critical kudos. In the 90s they just gained a lot of annoying ironic/camp approval that they’s been better of without.

    Throughout the early 80s New Pop period they were continually lauded by various artists/New Pop sympathetic writers and on multiple occasions by Phil Oakey.It seemed the consensus back then by the anti-rockists that they were the pop masters.
    Blancmange covered “The Day Before You Came” and had a hit with it before the original had hardly left the charts.
    And not exactly hip but showing they even had muso like old rock type props for their sound/production Genesis and Phil Collins used their studios/worked with them.

    44: and didn’t “Valerie” from “Back in the Highlife” era Steve Winwood provide a large part of Eric Prydz’s massive club and possibly embargoed at the moment pop hit from a couple of years ago?

    Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing” seemingly did have a sort of underground (metal) following in the UK however as at the start of the millennium (2001/02) I found myself on more than one occasion at a rock disco in Sheffield owing to my then girlfriend being from a rock background (and the place had a nice atmosphere too!). Every week they would play the Journey track in the main/classic metal room and all these rockers loved and obviously knew it and so it seems that it had already become a bit of a cult classic in those circles in this country at least as early as then.

    and that’s bang on by whoever mentioned those annoying “I love the 80s” type programmes and those same “celebs” who would pretend to “remember” things when you just knew they were the kind of people who obviously didn’t have a clue about any of the stuff they were pretending to be nostalgic.

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    swanstep on 2 Feb 2010 #

    @64, Andypandy. ‘Valerie’ is from Winwood’s 1982 follow-up to the Arc of a Diver album. 1986’s Back in the High Life was a nifty record but seemed to quickly squander fond-memory points by being very extensively used in beer commercials for Michelob (which combined undrinkable, watery, but quite chemically and hangover-inducing beer with obnoxious, yuppie-/status-seeking packaging/marketing. Ghastly.).

    Also, I agree with you that Oakey etc. name-dropped Abba a fair bit in the early ’80s, but that did seem to fade away. By 1987-1988 one hardly ever heard Abba anywhere, and I vividly remember spending one afternoon in particular looking for some Abba cds and the only ones I could find after trekking around a few stores were expensive yet dodgy Japanese pressings of individual Abba albums. And this was in frickin’ Sydney, city of brides, Abba-central! It really was a quite remarkable state of affairs, perhaps especially for a singles-oriented band whose biggest seller *originally* was a compilation (called ‘The Best of Abba’ down under and something else in UK). I certainly wasn’t alone in being cheesed off about this state of affairs, hence the explosion that Gold represented in 1992. On a personal level, I doubt whether any single cd purchase has ever made me happier – I’d been in a state of Abba deprivation for a few years in a way that now seems quite unbelievable or even impossible.

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    crag on 3 Feb 2010 #

    Fair points above about the influence of the mid-80s on much contemporary pop-maybe i’m just too attached to the period(or too detached to whats happening in todays charts?)to subjective about it. Perhaps folks who were around in the 60s couldnt hear that era’s influence on Britpop in the 90s for the same reason?

    Having said that, i still think the period of approx 84-87 still seems largely dismissed by todays tastemakers. I’d imagine stating what a great record, say, “You Wear it Well” or “Crazy Horses” was in the mid 80s would be greeted with howls of derision in “hipsterville” circles yet ten years later after the dust had settled such comments wouldnt have raised an eyebrow but i cant imagine many of todays young dudes claiming a love of Sly Fox or Spagna for example to gain “cool” points.

    Not that any of this affects the quality or otherwise of the actual music of course. Merely an observation…

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    rosie on 3 Feb 2010 #

    Crag @ 66: The first time I heard Oasis I thought I was hearing Beatles outtakes. And wasn’t She’s Electric a direct rip of the Kinks’ Wonder Boy?

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    crag on 3 Feb 2010 #

    Sorry Rosie i had meant to type “Perhaps SOME folks who were around in the 60s”in my previous post but unfortunately the “some”seems to have got lost in the edit- no offence meant!!
    Also just out of interest can anyone tell me why the last few posts have been dated 3 Feburary-as i type this its still only 11.50pm on the 2nd?Just curious…

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    swanstep on 3 Feb 2010 #

    Looking at forthcoming popular #1s has reminded me that, of course, while the film Stand by Me was a 1986 release in the US, for the rest of us it was another one of those fantastically watchable 1987 films.

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    a tanned rested and unlogged lørd sükråt wötsît on 3 Feb 2010 #

    i watched “stand by me” with tony blackburn! (ok he was in the row in front of me)

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    LondonLee on 3 Feb 2010 #

    #66: I’d imagine stating what a great record, say, “You Wear it Well” or “Crazy Horses” was in the mid 80s would be greeted with howls of derision in “hipsterville” circles

    I vividly remember being at an art school party circa 1984 and my mate put The Osmonds’ “Let Me In” on the stereo and a couple of us got up and sang along to it very loudly — perfectly seriously with no hint of being ironic (I swear I was a bit teary-eyed by the end. Yes, I was drunk but it’s a lovely song!), but I’m sure most of the people in the room thought we were joking. Next he put on ‘Sweet Talkin’ Woman’ by ELO by which time everyone realized we were being perfectly serious and started to have serious doubts about our taste.

    I think even back then I resented the cloud of kitsch that had quickly enveloped the pre-punk 70s – this was my childhood and was trying to reclaim it.

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    anto on 3 Feb 2010 #

    Re: Abba Influence. Aside from Phil Oakey Elvis Costello admitted to nabbing the Rachmaninov-esque piano flourishes of Dancing Queen and putting them in the capable hands of Steve Nieve on Olivers
    Army.
    Also the perpetually under-rated Associates were Abba fans.
    Alan Rankine claimed them as his favourite group while Billy McKenzie referred to the Sulk lp as ” Abba on acid “.
    Lastly Neil Tennant has admitted that Abba were as much a reference for the songs on Actually as anything on the House/Electro scenes.

    I’m not denying Abba were being mis-used as a punchline by 1986-87
    it’s just interesting that some of the smarter musicians of the decade still revered their records even before it became trendy again.

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    With apologies to Gentleman Tom:

    The late 10s are strange times for, well, the world, and life. They’re one of those terrifying periods – like the early, Threads watching 80s, like, well, any time before Harold McMillan said “You’ve never had it so good” – where different ideologies, different orientations, different breakfast options, seem to be at war, where the very question of what politics, and well, the world, is – the role it plays in peoples’ lives – is up in the air. Though maybe now there is a settled consensus on who to back. Tories = rubbish! Trump = liar! Britain leaving the EU = well, May’s sweating, Juncker’s fretting, but perhaps we’ve noticed they’re not getting anywhere.

    But you’ll still find non-gammon people who aver we’re better off out – certainly, you’ll meet non-racist, non-sexist, no-problem-with-immigration left-of-centre young people from not-especially-gentrified northern milltowns who love European travel, culture, and football, and would never say “Bloody Foreigner, demanding to know what love is” who reached some wafer-thin, split-second conclusion they should take the choice of Mr. Burns’ mystery Brexit box. I, as much as I regretted my decision as soon as the first reports of post-referendum hate crime, was living in a box in early 2016, and hope and trust this won’t be the elephant in my Popular room, was one of them.

    You will also find people who sneer at “millennial vegan snowflakes who can’t get on the property ladder because all their money goes on avocado toast” as banter without principle. You will find many with a kind word to say about – nay, believe the jam-making, questionably tracksuited Captain Birdseye-with-a-cold one is our saviour (I’m still just about one of them, I joined Labour during his ascent, and thought Brexit would make it easier for him to become PM as it would trigger a snap election……….) who think Jeremy Corbyn is one of British politics’ great closet Leave voting, hard-left, dodgy artwork sympathising chancers. (Even though Dennis Skinner voted out, Tony Benn 99.9% would, and maybe EU neo-liberalism isn’t working wonders for Italy, Greece or Spain… but though he never influenced my decision, to paraphrase a parents’ scolding phrase of yesteryear, “if Farage said jump in the canal would you bloody do it?”)

    And seen from our perspective – from a British institution that no regime, not even a Canadian “who’s buying this after ten weeks?” behemoth (no, not THAT one) can buy, sell, or end – what we have is something close to chaos, time breaking down so that a bullying, burnt-ochre blowhard who wanted to take America back to the 19 (18?)50s, another Canadian, chilled-out, boyband-looking hearthrob born twice as close to West End Girls as that record is to now (and who could pass for someone born after that), and an alleged Hair-Blair-bunch, establishment banker who married your gran (but at least he wasn’t Marine Le Poison Pen), all these could tumble into one another running the world.

    Past, present, future, love, hate, progressivism, and reactionaries, in collision – and so many are desperate to pick a team (though you can’t blame anyone who wonders what team there is for them to pick, with the cold, relentless pace of events amplified by sociopathic media, and our “oh god what now” breaking news culture, which I fear has almost broken some of our most admired contributors, and their friends – i.e. Twitter was once a pal, now I worry it’s a cloak-and-dagger threat to everything Marcello Carlin, Billy Hicks, or Justin Lewis held dear.)

    But just when I think I’m out of the entire Internet, Popular pulls me right back in.

    The ferment of the late 10s happened for a bunch of reasons. The stars of the New Labour, nu metal, or so post-modern, so post-everything generation had abdicated, split, imploded or disgraced themselves and there was a void ready for the extremes of good and evil to exploit. There’ve been massive opportunities for the Ye Olde Englande business to repackage the dubious art of getting back things that were never that great, or never even existed in the first place, and everything from Downton Abbey to the Starshaped Festival has played a dubious part in that. But there’ve also been great realignments in left-leaning, forward-thinking pop culture: increased fights for LGBT and women’s rights, the increased calls for everything from comics to sport to reflect a modern, diverse world and stand up for the underrepresented and marginalised, the wind-in-sails, all-hands-on-deck fightback against the alt-right, police harassment of minorities, and as we saw this weekend, the huge rallies to end America’s gun lunacy. Who will win out in the end though? Who knows. But, though, who knows how the chart toppers of the late-10s will reflect our times and said culture wars, I’m going to get back on this bus. But I’ll just have to make sure I nail my colours to the right mast this time, and don’t throw anyone under said bus. As much as it would never be my intention to do so, I’m sorry if my past naive political decisions have caused such throwing.

    2016-17, though, was a time of absolute heaven-and-hell madness for me for reasons nothing to do with Brexit, and fluctuating health was the reason I barely posted on Popular. But I’ll talk more about that where relevant, and I’m doing okay now, life is pretty much back to normal, and looking forward to this year.

    What do all these have in common, I’d speculate? Well, social media’s made it easier for so many people to mobilise. Unfortunately, it’s often your naïve, meme-sharing auntie who didn’t know who Britain First were, Gamergate bros who spend all day trolling feminists in their mum’s Dorito-stained basement, and of course, the four most important words in the English language: “Never Read the Comments.” But just as in the late 60s, 70s, 80s, 1780s, the trash-talking has been repelled, and the good people in the world are cutting through the dense jungle of pop culture to get somewhere. I know some cynics see it as the regressive left, virtue signalling, and all those cringeworthy phrases, but in the laissez-faire late 90s, McCain would never have run adverts saying “Love doesn’t care what gender you are”, Center Parcs would never have condemned and refused to work with the Daily Mail, and my football team would never have had the strength to campaign against the sport’s lingering homophobia. (Unfortunately we had to campaign extra hard due to the whole Andre Gray business, but even he can eventually be linked to something positive on this site as his girlfriend was part of the bunny that was probably my favourite chart-topper of 2015.)

    Everyone’s nailing their colours to the mast in different ways and it’s all adding to a strange, anxious and “what the f*** is going on” time. But, as 1987 pointed out, though it might be a very difficult journey towards it, there is a future.

    (And a good time, eventually if the good people win? Some of it could be remarkable. Some of it could be unspeakable. But I can’t wait to get back on the Popular mystery tour… and on a lighter note, Drake, let someone else have a go!)

    Sometimes I think Britain, and the world, and music, is f***ed. But Popular somehow always seems to step in at the last minute and restore my faith in it. The sun’s shining, and there’s a bit more daylight.

    It’s great to be home.

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