Showing posts with label MALCOLM MCLAREN. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 18, 2026

"I'm hot 'n' hard!" "Marquis de Sade!"


I initially misheard the lines as "I'm a hot retard!" "Marquis de Sade!"

UPDATE: They are in fact "I'm a hot retard!" "Marquis de Sade!"

Like an iD fashion spread turned to music 

Only in the UK could such flimsy nonsense prosper and become Successful Pop

But Haysi Fantayzee had two fun hit singles - this one and "John Wayne Is Big Leggy" (is that a penile innuendo?)




And there's something about the brazen McLaren-copyism that is likeable.  Fake-folk. Nostalgy de boo. Hip-to-be-square-dancing. 

The lisping feebleness of Kate Garner's voice is sort of endearing

They are better than Wide Boy Awake, at any rate. 



A direct graft off Adam and the Ants, and thus off McLaren





In my Rip It Up researching, did I listen all the way through Battle Hymns for Children Singing? I don't think so.


Kate Is Big Leggy, if anybody is round here. Certainly worked those gams at every opportunity, 

Whereas pint-sized Jeremy Healey is a sort of Bolan-esque goblin crossed with Dickensian urchin. 

The Artschool Dodger.


Apparently he went as Jeremiah Healey at one point.

Wait, there's more - two less successful singles

First is imitative of Duck Rock's Soweto stylings


And this one is more in the "Buffalo Gals" vein  - at least until the flaccid chorus



Healey went on to be one of the superstar deejays, jetting to gigs and earning inordinate fortunes for a few hours spinning, especially at New Year's Eve.

Before that though he was a selecta on the supercool warehouse scene of the Eighties - The Dirtbox, right? 

Kate went on to be a successful photographer


What ho? A Kate Garner solo single. A post-hitband career as bereft as Therese Bazaar's I fear.








One more time for the really good single 


Two more times





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