Showing posts with label New Romantics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Romantics. Show all posts

Sunday, 12 October 2025

The art in pretending it's art; the question is where do you pay?

From an article by Mark Holgate in Vogue:

It’s hard to imagine, but Blitz (the bar), with its Dig for Victory World War II posters, kitschy red gingham tablecloths, and wooden bar sticky from spilt beer - faithfully recreated for the exhibition - wasn’t the most obvious place for a fashion revolution to happen, yet this sartorial Winter Palace, reimagined as Blitz (the club night) changed everything. If punk was a gob in the face, then New Romanticism was putting on a tiara and forgetting you were penniless. Its favoured look - theatrical, historical, bending your gender to whatever you wanted it to be, with the absolute emphasis on individualism - still resonates today.

It certainly does!

And so it was that Hils, John-John and I - "80s Kids", all - trolled off yesterday (Saturday) for swanky High Street Kensington to the Design Museum to see its new flagship exhibition, Blitz: the club that shaped the 80s.

Oh, the memories flooded in...

Among the hundreds of fascinating, and carefully-curated, items on show - including many from personal and private collections, never usually on display - were some fabulous outfits belonging to the original club-goers, such as leather garments owned by Steve Strange, a blue tartan suit designed and worn by Chris Sullivan, an outfit designed by David Holah (the co-founder of Bodymap) for Lesley Chilkes, and ensembles created and worn by Fiona Dealey (a major contributor to the exhibition):

There were cases full of flyers, scrapbooks, photos and memorabilia of that formative era - not least Gary Kemp's handwritten lyrics for the club's "house band" Spandau Ballet's To Cut A Long Story Short [see here for that!], as well as individual focus on some of the influential style magazines - including first editions - that emerged out of this uniquely stylish era, such as The Face, i:D, New Sounds New Styles and the rest.

Back to the fashions... A selection of the fantabulosa hats created for Blitz regulars by a fellow patron, milliner Stephen Jones were prominently displayed alongside photos of their inimitable wearers:

Darla Jane Gilroy's outfit from when she joined Steve Strange and fellow regulars Judi Frankland and Elise Brazier in David Bowie's Ashes to Ashes video was among my faves on show - and we had gasps at seeing the covers of some of the most familiar LP and 7" singles that made the early '80s so special on display on one bookshelf! [How many do you recognise/did you own, dear reader? I still have a number in my collection to this day...]


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The recreation of the club itself - with some cleverly-done animation from original photos that made it appear as if the familiar punters were actually dancing to the music played by a similarly-AI-generated Rusty Egan in the DJ booth - was brilliantly executed, and some of our most-treasured classics of the day were playing, here and in the audio-visual area of the exhibition.

Here are just a few of the tracks that were playing yesterday, as they were back on the dancefloor at the Blitz:

Also featured was a rather faboo excerpt of a film that brings together many of the key players from the Blitz club - including Boy George, Marilyn, Gary Kemp, Midge Ure, Andy Polaris, Robert Elms, Princess Julia, Stephen Jones, Darla-Jane Gilroy and Michele Clapton - to talk about their own recollections, which I found fascinating:

[NB you can view the whole thing here]

And the last word, of course, goes to Rusty Egan:

“I don’t think Blitz invented the 80s.That was Margaret Thatcher. She was the one who created Del Boy with his Filofax. What I did was to put together a soundtrack, where everything fell into place.”

Blitz: the club that shaped the 80s is on at the Design Museum until 29th March 2026. Don't miss it!

Watch the promotional trailer:

More Blitz Kids/New Romantics here, here, here and here and here - and our visit to a similar exhibition from the early 80s club scene, Leigh Bowery's Taboo here.

Wednesday, 5 May 2021

You'll never be in doubt, that's what it's all about

French fashion model turned New Romantic chanteuse Ronny, acolyte of Steve Strange, was a striking figure even among the most stylish of the "Blitz Kids". Then, as quickly as she arrived, she disappeared from view. So who was this mysterious woman who captivated me so, and where did she go?

I have been doing some research...

According to Discogs:

Club entrepreneur Rusty Egan met Ronny in the Paris club Privelege and co-produced with Midge Ure her first releases. Vangelis, Georg Kajanus and Peter Godwin also produced for her.
Quoted in an article in Electronics & Music Maker magazine in July 1982 (as transcribed by Mu:Zines magazines archive), she said:

"I was in Paris dancing and modelling, but getting fed up with the whole thing and decided just to stop everything and go into something else - I wanted to explore my voice and link this with the use of electronic music. Apart from Jean-Michel Jarre in France, I could hear this music coming from England. I wasn't attracted to the current French disco sounds and later signed over here with Polydor as a solo artist...

...I like to think of a song as a little movie in itself. It's very hard to put across in three or four minutes what you want to express. Often people never hear the lyrics clearly or get the atmosphere behind it - they just hear something to dance to and move to. I would like to go further than that."

Warren Cann of Ultravox and Visage, in an interview for the now-demised Electrogarden site [retrieved via The Wayback Machine on Archive.org]:
"We were friends for years and I never did know her last name, it honestly never occurred to me to ask her. She was an unfathomably gorgeous French woman who'd once been a "Bluebell" dancer in Paris at Le Lido. She gave up modelling to come to London to make it as a singer.

I met her backstage at one of our gigs when Midge, who'd been producing some tracks for her, introduced us. Ronny wasn't a "pop" artist so much as a pop chanteuse, a torch singer. Her voice, while not virtuosic in the conventional sense, was utterly compelling and expressive. She could read a phone book and you'd swoon. She made Sade sound like Tweety.

Hans Zimmer and I did some gigs for her and she appears briefly on the Helden album "Spies." Chalk it up to bad luck, bad timing, or the vagaries of the music business, but it just never worked out for her and, after a number of years getting nowhere, she gave up music and moved back to France."

According to a thread post in an Ultravox discussion forum by Graeme Oxby, erstwhile manager of Howard Devoto's band Magazine and collaborator with Steve Strange on various attempts to revive Visage as an entity:

"Steve Strange bumped into Ronny years later and she was working behind the make-up counter of a department store in Paris. I think Steve bought some eye shadow but don't quote me lol!"
Unsurprisingly, the maestro Rusty Egan is still in touch with the lady, according to this comment he made on a post on The Wave of Things blog - and (unlike Mr Cann above) refers to her by her full name in his social media posts...

...Miss Ronny Vuniconnu - one of the true "Shapers of the 80s" - we salute you!

Both those numbers are indeed superb - as is her wildly camp duet with Steve Strange on Lady is a Tramp, as featured here in 2019 - but, way back around this time forty years ago, it was this (her debut) song that absolutely bowled me over! The moment I heard it [probably played by someone like John Peel or Annie Nightingale on Radio 1], I had to rush out to Woolworths to buy the single, and played it absolutely to death on my radiogram...

If you want me to stay
I'll be around someday
To be available for you to see
But I'm about to go
And baby then you'll know
For me to stay here
I've got to be me

You'll never be in doubt
That's what it's all about
You can't take me for granted and smile
I can't believe I'm gone
Forget pushing me back home
I promised I'll be gone for a while

And when you see me again
I bet that you have been
The kind of person
That you really are now

I got to get things straight
How could I ever be late
When you're my woman takin' up my time
How could I ever allow
I guess I wondered how
I get romantic with you just for fun

I'll be good
Although I wish I could
But you'll still gonna be my No.1

[French lyrics]

If you want me to stay
I'll be around someday
To be available for you to see
But I'm about to go
And baby then you'll know
For me to stay here
I've got to be me

You'll never be in doubt
That's what it's all about
You can't take me for granted and smile
I can't believe I'm gone
Forget pushing me back home
But I promise I'll be back in a while

Memories, memories... I was seventeen.

Sigh.

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Wednesday, 31 March 2021

Spiteful girl, hateful boy


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Timeslip moment again...

...and yes, we've fallen through the void and landed in the heady (and distant), gender-bending, recession-hit world of my coming-of-age year again.

In the news in late March/early April 1981: an assassination attempt on U.S. President Ronald Reagan by John Hinckley (who said he did it to impress his fantasy love Jody Foster); the Social Democratic Party (SDP) was launched by four notable defectors from the Labour Party, Shirley Williams, Bill Rodgers, Roy Jenkins and David Owen; the first London Marathon was held; and Great Train Robber Ronnie Biggs was rescued after his kidnapping in Brazil. In our cinemas: Tess; Superman II; and Chariots of Fire had its premiere. On telly: Ronnie Corbett in Sorry!; the final episode of Robin's Nest; and Tom Baker left Doctor Who after seven years and was replaced by Peter Davison.

And in our charts this week forty years ago? Shaky (Shakin' Stevens) was celebrating week two of his first #1 hit This Ole House, unfortunately holding off Kim Wilde from her rightful place at the top. Also present and correct were Bucks Fizz (who were about to win the Eurovision Song Contest, held on 4th April), Stevie Wonder, Toyah, Roxy Music, Landscape (Einstein a Go-Go), Coast to Coast, Lynx and - erm - folk singer Tony Capstick with his novelty hit Capstick Comes Home, a nostalgic narrated tale over the brass band music from the Hovis bread advert (Sibelius New World Symphony). It was crap, and he was never heard of again.

Never mind all that, hovering just outside the Top Ten (and never destined to go any further, more's the pity), there was this slice of New Romantic genius!

My painted face
Is chipped and cracked
My mind seems
To fade too fast
Clutching straws
Sinking slow
Nothing less, nothing less

A puppet's motions
Controlled by a string
By a stranger
I've never met
A nod of the head
And a pull of the thread
I can't say no, can't say no

When a child throws out a toy
When I was new you wanted me
Now I'm old you no longer see

When a child throws out a toy
Spiteful girl
Hateful boy
When a child throws out a toy

I'm all dressed up
And nowhere to go
On a music box
That never stops
I'll dance for you
If you want me to
Move in time, move in time

A wooden head
And a broken heart
Used, abused
And torn apart
I gave you my best
And you gave me the rest
It's time to die, time to die

When a child throws out a toy
When I was new you wanted me
Now I'm old you no longer see

When a child throws out a toy
Spiteful girl
Hateful boy
When a child throws out a toy

When a child throws out a toy
When I was new you wanted me
Now I'm old you no longer see

When a child throws out a toy
Spiteful girl
Hateful boy
When a child throws out a toy

I loved that song sooooo much!

I do hope Steve Strange is lording it up in his rightful place - on the door at Fabulon, keeping the hoi-polloi out...

Tuesday, 28 May 2019

She loves the theatre but never comes late



An icon of mine, the undisputed maestro of the New Romantic era, Steve Strange would have been 60 today!

Born just up the road from moi in South Wales, the former Mr Harrington was obsessed with art and fashion from a young age. Via the punk explosion, he met Glenn Matlock and Malcolm McLaren, so it was probably inevitable he would end up heading for the bright lights of London - and within a short time, he was "the face" of his own club (Blitz, with Rusty Egan), was selected (by the man himself) to appear in David Bowie's Ashes to Ashes video, and with his hastily-assembled band Visage [and that video, of course] had a worldwide hit that influenced myriad bands who followed.

By way of a tribute, I have found something even I never heard/saw before - and it's faboo!


Rodgers and Hart would approve, I'm sure.

Stephen John Harrington (28th May 1959 – 12th February 2015)

Tuesday, 16 February 2016

Lipstick cherry all over the lens as she's falling



Timeslip moment again...

Our lovely DeLorean has dropped us off this week thirty-five years ago, to the heady days of proper dressing-up pop.

In the news in February 1981 were rumours that Prince Charles was to get engaged to Lady Diana Spencer (which he did later in the month), revelations about the crimes of the recently-arrested "Yorkshire Ripper" Peter Sutcliffe, the rise of the SDP (Social Democrats) with a wave of defections from the Labour Party, continued bombings and mayhem by the IRA, and the purchase of The Times and Sunday Times by Rupert Murdoch. On our tellies were The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Agony and the ill-fated Kate O'Mara "soap" Triangle (often referred to these days as the worst TV show ever). In cinemas: Flash Gordon, Nine to Five and Raging Bull.

In our charts: Adam and the Ants were at the height of their powers with no fewer than five singles in the Top 100; the country continued to mourn John Lennon, with Woman at No. 1 and Imagine still in the Top 10; and the notorious Shaddup You Face was about to replace Lennon at the top and thereby prevent the far more worthy Vienna by Ultravox from ever getting there. Elsewhere, Phil Collins, Blondie, Madness, Rainbow, Visage, Stray Cats, Yarborough & Peoples and Dire Straits held sway.

But waiting in the wings was this masterpiece by the very lovely Duran Duran - and I went absolutely mad for it!


See them walking hand in hand across the bridge at midnight
Heads turning as the lights flashing out it's so bright
Then walk right out to the fourline track
There's a camera rolling on her back, on her back
And I sense the rhythm humming in a frenzy all the way down her spine

Girls on film, girls on film, girls on film, girls on film

Lipstick cherry all over the lens as she's falling
In miles of sharp blue water coming in where she lies
The diving man's coming up for air cause the crowd all love pulling dolly by the hair, by the hair
And she wonders how she ever got here as she goes under again

Girls on film (two minutes later), girls on film
Girls on film (got your picture), girls on film

Wider baby smiling you just made a million
Fuses pumping live heat twisting out on a wire
Take one last glimpse into the night I'm touching close I'm holding bright, holding tight
Give me shudders in a whisper take me up till I'm shooting a star

Girls on film (she's more than a lady), girls on film
Girls on film (two minutes later), girls on film
Girls on film (see you together), girls on film
Girls on film (see you later), girls on film
Girls on film (what ya doing), girls on film


PS Happy 55th birthday today to the Durannies' original guitarist Mr Andy Taylor!

Friday, 13 February 2015

Devenir gris



And so farewell, a pioneer, an icon, a muse. The end of an era, indeed.

Steve Strange of Visage, RIP. There's only one song I could play, really. Here's Fade to Grey:


Devenir gris, Devenir gris

One man on a lonely platform
One case sitting by his side
Two eyes staring cold and silent
Shows fear as he turns to hide

Ah, we fade to grey, fade to grey
Ah, we fade to grey, fade to grey

Un homme dans une gare desolee
Une valise a ses cotes
Deux yeux fixes et froids
Montrent de la peur lorsqu'il
Se tourne pour se cacher

Ah, we fade to grey, fade to grey
Ah, we fade to grey, fade to grey

Sens la pluie comme un ete anglais
Comme les notes d'une chanson lointaine
Sortant de derriere d'un poster esperant
Que la vie ne fut si longue

Ah, we fade to grey, fade to grey
Ah, we fade to grey, fade to grey

Feel the rain like an English summer
Hear the notes from a distant song
Stepping out from a backdrop poster
Wishing life wouldn't be so dull
Devenir gris

Ah, we fade to grey, fade to grey
Ah, we fade to grey, fade to grey
Ah, we fade to grey
Devenir gris
Ah, we fade to grey, fade to grey
Devenir gris

Ah, we fade to grey, fade to grey
Ah, we fade to grey
Devenir gris
Ah, we fade to grey, fade to grey
Ah, we fade to grey


See my tribute to Mr Strange over at The Museum of Camp.

Sunday, 2 June 2013

Oh look at the strange boy, he finds it hard existing



Terrifyingly, Tony Hadley is 53 years old today.

Even more terrifyingly, Spandau Ballet's first hit To Cut A Long Story Short - from the era "BT" ("Before True", the song that ruined their cred), when they were one of the pioneer bands of the emerging New Romantic cult that gave the teenage moi such joy - was released thirty-three years ago...


Soldier is turning
See him through white light
Running from strangers
See you in the valley

War upon war
Heat upon heat
To cut a long story short
I lost my mind

Sitting on a park bench
Years away from fighting
To cut a long story short
I lost my mind

Standing in the dark
Oh I was waiting for man to come
I am beautiful and clean
And so very very young

To be standing in the street
To be taken by someone

Questions questions
Give me no answers
That's all they ever give me
Questions questions

Oh look at the strange boy
He finds it hard existing
To cut a long story short
I lost my mind


Facts:
  • This song was apparently Vince Clarke's inspiration to write Depeche Mode's Just Can't Get Enough
  • Producer Richard James Burgess went on to produce a raft of hits for the likes of Adam Ant, King, New Edition, Melba Moore, Kim Wilde, Shock, Living in a Box, Five Star and Colonel Abrams - his work with whom is credited as an influence on early House music.
  • The band's name was allegedly created by journalist and writer Robert Elms who saw it scrawled as graffiti on the wall of a nightclub loo during a visit to Berlin.
  • Ascerbic critic Jon Savage described Spandau Ballet's Vivienne Westwood-inspired tartan outfits as "Culloden chic".
Of course, as a teenager, it was this poster (from Smash Hits) that adorned my wall...



Spandau Ballet website

Saturday, 9 June 2012

Voices, another sound, can you hear me now?



This day is a special birthday for a special man in my life. For none other than Nick Rhodes is fifty years old today! [Oh. My. God.]

In his day Mr Rhodes was, in my opinion, one of the coolest men on the planet. His radical manipulation of his own appearance kept him as the focus of my attention despite the obvious media interest in the pretty Duran Duran "frontmen" Simon Le Bon and John Taylor. In those pioneering days of New Romantic synth-pop, whoever ruled the keyboard ruled the music - and Nick Rhodes was in charge there. And as stylish trend-setters of that type in the early 80s go, his only serious rivals were the likes of Steve Strange, David Sylvian and Pete Murphy.

As I said in my blog for Simon Le Bon's birthday in 2011:
Often unkindly regarded as the "uncool" end of the New Romantic explosion (in my opinion merely because they hailed from Birmingham rather than trendy London, Manchester or Liverpool), Duran Duran are nonetheless one of the most successful of the bands who emerged from the dressing-up era of the early 80s, selling more than 100 million records to date.

Furthermore, unlike their contemporaries (rivals?) Spandau Ballet the band has survived (in several incarnations, admittedly) as a unit ever since their foundation, and certainly never crossed over into the Phil Collins/Lionel Ritchie/"adult contemporary" music market like Spandau did with the execrable True...

I have always had a soft spot for the Durannies, all the way from from Planet Earth right through to All You Need is Now. I saw them live at Sophia Gardens in Cardiff on the "Careless Memories" tour back in 1981, and had I the money (and had Simon's vocal chords not collapsed after a virus halfway through) I would have loved to see them again on their recent tour.
Certainly, it was this video for the Durannies debut Planet Earth that sent me scuttling off to the charity shops all those years ago to buy frills, bows, baggy shirts and headbands (and hairspray!). This was my "look" for quite a while (I still haven't properly grown out of it!) - and yes, we did dance like those two cool kids in the background...


Only came outside to watch night fall with the rain
I heard you making patterns rhyme like
Some new romantic looking for the TV sound
I'll see you're right some other time love

Look now look all around there's no sign of life
Voices, another sound, can you hear me now? This is Planet Earth
You're looking at Planet Earth
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop this is Planet Earth

My head is stuck on something precious let me know
If you're coming down to land, is there
Anybody out there trying to get through
My eyes so cloudy I can't see you

Look now look all around there's no sign of life
Voices, another sound, can you hear me now? This is Planet Earth
You're looking at Planet Earth
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop this is Planet Earth

Look now look all around there's no sign of life
Voices, another sound, can you hear me now? This is Planet Earth
You're looking at Planet Earth
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop this is Planet Earth
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop calling Planet Earth
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop looking at Planet Earth
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop this is Planet Earth


Nick Rhodes, we salute you!


Happy Birthday indeed.

Duran Duran official website

Monday, 12 January 2009

More bizarre connections - an old Biddie



Here is an example of how connections work - and how the proverbial penny drops eventually...

In the latter half of last year, I developed a bit of an obsession with the fantastic TV show Beautiful People, the adaptation of Simon Doonan's memoirs - read my blogs here, here and here. One of my favourite characters in the whole series was Simon's best friend "Kylie" - who in the original book was named "Biddie".

For some bizarre reason this week I was reminiscing about the early 80s [when don't I?!], and recalled some of the classic concerts I went to see in that era - Siouxsie & the Banshees, Toyah, Gary Numan, Duran Duran, Marc Almond and Ultravox among them. With particular reference to Duran Duran, I recalled being extremely impressed by their support act, the very bizarre Biddie and Eve.

Then the penny dropped!

Yes - the "Biddie" of that long-lost arthouse duo is indeed the self-same "Biddie"/"Kylie" of the Simon Doonan memoir... Whew!

Biddie and Eve were stalwarts of the Blitz club in Covent Garden just at the time when Punk was handing over to the New Romantics, and had a three-year residency there until the club closed. They mixed with all the biggest artists of the day, including Spandau Ballet, Steve Strange and Rusty Egan, and supported the Durannies and others on tour. Boy George was merely the hat-check boy at the club.



Here's an example of the stylish genius of Biddie and Eve - with their own singular take on the Cilla Black classic You're My World:

And a wonderful retrospective of the career to date of Mr Biddlecombe:

Then, as an added treat, I found out from Dress Circle music shop that Biddie himself (James Biddlecombe) recently released a new album of cabaret music. So of course I had to buy it! And it is a wonderful collection of campness, with beautifully kitsch renditions of classics such as Ashes to Ashes, I Wanna Be Evil, Vienna and Mink Schmink.

Buy your copy of (The Mysterious) Mr Blonde from Dress Circle today!

But, fittingly, the last word goes to Mr Doonan himself:

James Biddlecombe... j’accuse!!!!
As I listen to the menthol-cool vocal stylings of James Biddlecombe, I cannot help but marvel at the paradoxes which enrobe the persona of this truly mysterious performer. A question forms in my mind: How can someone who sounds so innocent and so pure be so horribly guilty of so horribly much?

Guilty? Yes, guilty, I say, beyond a shadow of a doubt!

The list of James Biddlecombe’s heinous crimes is a long one:
  • He is guilty of having entertained large groups of people in locations as diverse as sunny Ibiza and rainy Chipping Norton.
  • He is guilty of having made people chuckle until their foundation garments popped. (And, that was just the men!)
  • He is guilty of having sat on people’s laps – uninvited, no less! - while he sang to them.
  • He is guilty of having used his voice – that ethereal God-given instrument of his – to titillate and to mesmerize.
  • He is guilty of having upstaged both Blossom Dearie and Eartha Kitt, even though both chanteuses were thousands of miles away at the time.
  • His is guilty of having an award-winning voice which has never actually won any awards, but should have.
  • He is guilty of having attired himself in tantalizingly suave suits in shockingly bright colors.
  • He is guilty of having allowed his audience to forget the trials and tribulations of their unspeakably dreary lives.
  • He is guilty of having replied, “Madame, I’d love to!” when once asked by a drunken toothless crone to sing ‘Fly me to the Moon.’
In short, James Biddlecombe is guilty of criminal vocal fabulosity!
I rest my case.
Simon Doonan – author of Beautiful People
Biddie's official website