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I've had this pinging around in my head all weekend - don't know why, but it's bloody hard to lose it once it's embedded. I remember it fondly, not least because my Dad described it as 'an abomination, a disgrace to to the rich and beautiful history of music'.
But it's an essential, two-minute thrash through lost love in the early teen years at the back end of a miserable decade, frankly. Captures every element of the adolescent, broken relationship to perfection. And there's no doubt it resonated... every 40+ year old I've met this weekend not only remembers it, but can recite each and every word... even the ad-libs.
A masterpiece. Enjoy.
The early John Shuttleworth
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