Kraftwerk, Devo, Bowie and Roxy Music were staples, as were The Associates, Japan and (original) Human League. As regulars every Friday, Saturday and Sunday night at a tiny club called Shades – not quite legal but close enough – we were schooled in the weird funk of Was (Not Was) and the electro/dance brilliance of Yello. Music was tribal in 1981 and my tribe were ploughing a different furrow. On reflection then, I have no idea why my hard-earned should have been splurged on Heaven Up Here. The pain of being burned by far too many albums bought on the strength of one good single had made me a punctiliously cautious purchaser. Therefore, before taking the plunge, you had to be supremely confident in that slice of vinyl. Six quid a week on the papers didn’t go far if you were into music. An album cost approximately sixty-seven percent of my weekly disposable income. Context: unlike the world we live in today, buying music was a gamble in 1981.
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