Sean Kelly, vox/guit/lead vox, a dark and menacing presence on stage, dressed in black and grey, wearing fucked up, dirty old G.P boots, with a constant snarling sneer that was never exceeded for sheer disdain and contempt, Johnny Rotten crossed with Ian Curtis, he possessed a vocal style that was his and his alone . . . . more an instrument than a voice, his enunciation and delivery was completely spellbinding, his ability to write lyrics that to this day still shine like a crazy cracked diamond in their unique and eclectic approach were the elements that so endeared him to me, supported by a superb band who gave depth and clarity to his frontman position.
Unforunately, he was so uncommercial by nature that the addition of the talented but far more pop mainstream, James Freud, was probably justified to recoup record company dollars and expectations. For me though it was the end of a very special era, a period of musical output by a band that still sits in the top percentile of my favourite bands of the day . . . . head to PooTube and check out 'Two Cabs to the Toucan', 'Atlantic Romantic', 'Happy Birthday IBM' and 'Local and/or General' to see and hear this twisted bunch at their best then go and buy some of their scintillating noise/punk/pop shit if you can . . . . so fucking worth it !!!
***** Big love to "NZOZ1980" for his dedication to the Aussie/ NZ musical cause and for posting this on the PooTube.