Saturday, 13 February 2010
Saturday Night Beneath The Plastic Palm Trees
"Found my mecca near Tottenham Hale Station. I discovered heaven in the Seven Sisters Road ..." Saturday Night Beneath The Plastic Palm Trees by the Leyton Buzzards is a work of genius. In terms of capturing a sense of time and place it's perfect. The attention to detail would have served singer Geoff Deane well in his future role as a scriptwriter. "Eddie Holman slows things down. You ask a girl to dance but you get thumbs down. Maybe it's just not your day." It's set in the suedehead London of 1969 into 1970, and what makes it perfect is the contradiction of the Buzzards' blatant disregard for coolness in their delivery when they might have spotted an approaching bandwagon early in '79. Always had a knack for an unexpected bodyswerve Mr Deane, but then who hasn't shaken a tail feather to Modern Romance in the sanctuary of a private party? Kevin Rowland also touched on the suedehead theme, or what he called 'the lost look', in his recollections of growing up in Harrow in his wonderful essay for Paul Gorman's book The Look. I seem to recall Geoff Deane doing a great interview with Kevin Rowland for Arena around the time The Wanderer came out. I'd like to see that again.