Unfortunately Poly Styrene passed away a couple of years ago. I was just thinking of that because someone was passing this photo around the internet this morning.
I hate to hear that. I knew she was sick.
I was picking up my daughter from grade school and I was listening to a show I'd just put together as I waited. "Oh Bondage, Up Yours" came blasting out as I was sitting there. I'm surprised the PTA didn't run me out of town on a rail for that social faux pas. Almost as bad as when I wheeled on to her HS parking lot with the top down with Perry Farrell screaming out the chorus of Jane's Addiction "Whores". I might as well have had an "X" carved into my forehead for that Kodak moment.
Voice of the 80's? Surely you mean the "Adenoids of The 80's". Madonna is up there with Tom Petty when it comes to singing through your nose. The FANCO drones are hovering over your domicile, Josh. I'll have to check to see if our boys at HAARP have the thing set on twist or twitch. If you hear Hank Ballard doing the original in your head, it's twist. If you hear the Cramps, it's twitch.
We generally give people a couple of minutes to push the furniture back and roll up the rug before we crank it up full blast. Think of Lux Interior in his low rise red spandex pants and his six inch red metal flake pumps while you're at it. He was the beau ideal of psychobilly.
Marilyn Manson stole their entire act from the Cramps and weren't half as talented. The price of being first.
One of the best things about Youtube is you can see all the Cramps and Ramones videos MTV wouldn't touch with a 20 foot pole. Not to mention the DK's when Jello was in his ingenue' stage.
The scary thing is Jello and Mojo Nixon have been collaborators for 25 years. I used to feature their "Prairie Home Invasion" album when I had the station running, not to mention Mojo's excellent cover of the DK's "Winnebago Warrior" from his "Bootleg" CD. Now Mojo is a talent. He's Red Sovine on speed and acid with a major personality disorder thrown in. If you can't sell an act like that, you're not trying.
Off to listen to Junior Brown. I've got to blast the Smiths and Baaad-onna from my frontal lobe. 10 minutes of Junior will do the trick.