Cold Chisel. Please explain.
Pop music that shits all over the tired, tepid male rock posturing of the other nine videos from a wonderfully giddy height.
Blimey. There’s Norman Blake, he of my much-loved Glaswegian pop stars Teenage Fanclub. (True story: my first girlfriend named her pet hamster after Norman – then in The Boy Hairdressers. It was after we split.) There’s Euros Childs, he of my much-loved Welsh pop stars Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci. (True story: Gorky’s press agent called me […]