Thursday, December 4, 2025
Richard Cook - Abba - The Singles: The First Ten Years (NME, 1982)
Wednesday, June 4, 2025
Dave McCullough on the "after-Rock" of A Certain Ratio - Sounds - January 16 1982
Following Simon Frith's "afterpunk" contention, here's another term that never quite caught on
Thursday, January 2, 2025
Dave McCullough - The Raincoats debut / The Mekons - The Quality of Mercy is Not Strnen - Sounds - December 8 1979
Friday, November 29, 2024
Dave McCullough - Siouxsie and the Banshees - A Kiss in the Dreamhouse - Sounds - November 6 1982
Continuing the series of reviews where critics get wrong-footed in their real-time reactions to an album, here is Dave McCullough mystifyingly underwhelmed by Siouxsie and the Banshees's A Kiss In The Dreamhouse. If not indisputably their best album, it's certainly right up there, and it's definitely their most expansive and experimental effort - but here it gets a measly three stars and is judged to be a misfire..
I also found it puzzling that he harps on about John McGeoch as the record's star and saving grace, because it doesn't leap out to my ears as a guitar-dominated record... McGeoch is much more the forefront dominant on Kaleidoscope and Juju, I'd have said.
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Tuesday, May 7, 2024
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Dave McCullough - Kajagoogoo - Sounds - April 23 1983
From those crazy New Pop days when everyone was competing for the most startling transvaluation...
But you know what?
Dave McC (and Ross Middleton of the godawful Leisure Process) are right
The intro to "Too Shy" is gorgeous... And I thought that at the time.
(Both are way off in their counting, though - Ross says it's "the first ten seconds", Dave says it's fifteen - it's actually 45 seconds of delicious elasticated suspense).
There's an equally wonderful patch of airy-aqueous Level 42-aspiring fusion-cloaked-as-pop in the middle of "Too Shy", at around 2.16 minutes - misty curls of sustained guitar floating across the mix that could almost be John Martyn.
The song itself is promising: a subtle shimmy-shimmer through the verse, and even that odd "hey girl move a little closer" pre-chorus is enjoyably New Wave weird. But then all fizzles out with that rabbit-punch-feeble-chorus.
"Ooh To Be Ah" as pop James Joyce? A dare too far for me, but you have to salute the provocation
Lovely to see the former champion of Postcard turn against Orange Juice and Aztec Camera for their drift towards rockist orthodoxy...
Critics moved so fast those days, nothing stood in their way - values were provisional, metrics unstable, stances susceptible to reversal... whether through a major rethink or a skittish impetuous whim

















































