WE ARE TO HAVE Pop Stars then make mine
the ones that cock-a-snook to the crown
jewels of their chart placings and are
strong and strange enough to be a part of
and apart from the industry.
queue to interview Strawberry Switchblade
wound up the staircase and into the WEA
press office. Sometimes such places
strike me as being the Carry On film that
never got made. One imagines Sid James
leering over nipples in the art
department, Barbara Windsor filing her
nails over a typewriter with no ribbon,
the 70-year-old errand boy Charles
Hawtrey struggling about under a huge
pile of LPs while Kenneth Williams bursts
in from the A & R department
brandishing a cassette of his latest
signings, imploring the assembled to
"pin back your lug 'oles..."
Strawberry Switchblade are
deceptively strong and marvellously
strange. The knowledge that Rose used to
be in a group called The Poems who once
made a single financed, at least partly,
by shoplifting tends to imbue her current
endeavours with a somewhat sterner
Their songs are sometimes
cute, sometimes irksome, sometimes fun,
sometimes twee. If I was 10 they'd be on
my wall. But I'm not. And they're not.
Instead we're sitting behind a sliding
glass panel in the corner of the WEA
press office how very zoo!
They've spent the day
doing interviews and making occasional
demands for cake. I've decided not to
mention jewellery (although a magazine
phones to ask how much the pair possess.
"In tons'?" asks Rose,
"about a crateful each") or
clothes Rose has an enormous white
ribbon set into her black hair. Such a
thing simply speaks for itself.
Will those who buy your
records learn something about you as
Rose: "They might
have an idea but goodness knows what sort
Jill: "They might
have a small idea."
Rose: "It could just
give them a hint. We don't write them
Jill "It's difficult
to write very personal lyrics that give a
lot away. It's something that is close to
you so it's difficult to write about it
in an objective way that isn't really
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