I'D NEVER considered the
possibility of any affection existing
between myself and Bauhaus until I saw
them on Top Of The Pops,
trashing their guitars and leaping at the
act! Such a manoeuvre! One of those
momentary but resonant gestures that
separates the genuine outsiders from the
workaday Johnnies of pop pulpdom.
with that ridiculous but effective
action, briefly flashed a glimpse of a
thoroughly subversive underbelly. In this
system, Bauhaus are a different
kind of poison.
have become one of pop music's most
elegant and cerebral shams. Live, they
build from the epic melodrama of a
darkened stage and a rusty downward
guitar chord progression (or regression),
a start which however facile in form
stimulates a rush of anticipation in the
audience, an adrenaline fed craving for
the succession of slow-burning climaxes
which are to follow.
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