And I thought I wouldn't
enjoy it! As far as I can recall,
Ive only seen two previous Orange
Juice shows: one, a diabolical farce of
an evening at the Venue about a year ago,
and the other a lacklustre outing at this
very same Mecca dance establishment just
a few months back.
always found the less immediate, more
submerged aspects of Orange Juice more
irritating than enticing. I could easily
curl up and soak in the profound
absurdities that are splattered through
their records, but live the overall
effect was too demanding. A hard,
draining slog to discover the qualities
lurking beneath the jangly exterior and
little indication that the rewards would
be worth the toil.
Lyceum bash (just a few hours before
April Fool's Day there's a strange
justice there somewhere) the group began
from a position of dominance. A 'victory'
was assured, thanks to the massed legions
of toe-tapping juveniles eager to find
enjoyment and providing a 'proper' pop
audience for the group to play with
(rather than patronise).
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