A letter to West End girls.

I came across this article about Pet Shop Boys and just had to reblog it. What I like about it so much is the sense it conveys of not being ‘let down’ by a group. Yes, yes, yes. I feel an immense sense of gratitude towards PSB for simply being there for me to turn to for so long; for being that consistent, always fresh, always progressive, always thoughtful voice.

Idle blogs of an idle fellow

I’ve been fan of pop duo Pet Shop Boys for longer than I’ve been drinking tea in bed, which given I owned a Teasmaid at 14, is bloody ages. Perhaps this was an early indication that rock ‘n’ roll was never going to be my bag.  As a teenager, with my nose pressed apprehensively against the glass of adulthood, I needed a band that shone a light into the future; of Opportunities and spurned lovers, parties every night and of course rapped lists of dog breeds. Neil Tennant’s lyrics of debut album Please captured it all; the excitement and desperate longing to leave Suburbia for nocturnal pleasures in New York and West end towns.

Let’s not go home
We’ll catch the late trainTwo divided by Zero. 1986

The urban disco thrills and cowbells of Please celebrates its 30th anniversary this year, yet still it returns me to a place of being understood; where…

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