Surrender to the sound.
How an incognito Human League predicted both their own future and all of the 80s in one record. Amazing.
If Into the Popvoid ever creates it’s very own ‘Hall of Fame’ – please Niall, can we have a ‘Hall of Fame’ – my first nomination would go to Roseann […]
I reserve a special place in my heart for the music genre that I shall refer to from now on as the ‘ice cold electro banger’. This relatively niche category […]
Saddled with the worst name in pop history, that didn't stop the Dolly Dots from conquering Europe.
I’m well aware of how completely out of touch I am with the modern way of marketing pop music. As we’ve discussed before with Brandon Flowers and Frida Sundemo, the […]
Choosing a follow-up single to a massive hit is a decision always fraught with danger. As a man who spends way too much time thinking about what singles should be […]
The legendary music industry figure Simon Napier-Bell probably knows more about creating popstars than Simon Cowell, Pete Waterman and Simon Fuller combined. His career as an artist manager started in […]
I’ve never been what anyone could even remotely describe as a ‘Classic Rock’ fan. All that posturing and ‘axe grinding’ never really appealed to my predominately pop-orientated palate. Okay, I […]
Some records are like tiny fizzing petri dishes crawling with cultures which will eventually find their way, well, everywhere – Donna Summer‘s I Feel Love is the most obvious example – but not […]
Can a band be considered to be one of the most successful in the world without ever having had a hit single? The answer is, of course, yes, but the […]
There’s only one thing I love more than a days-of-the-week countdown in a lyric – think Cherrelle and Alexander O’Neal’s Saturday Love or Craig David’s 7 Days – and that’s […]
What’s in a name? Quite a lot if the history of pop music is anything to go by. In the 1960s and 70s, it was deemed necessary for aspiring pop […]
When I was a teenager we moved to the countryside, which meant that my ten minute walk to school became a twenty minute drive in the company of my brother. […]
From a certain point of view, Britain was a thoroughly miserable place to be in the early 1980s, and it’s tempting to think that we passed on the Go-Go’s because we […]
Nothing – not even a cold macaroni pie from Greggs – makes this ex-pat Glaswegian well-up like the opening bars of Deacon Blue‘s 1987 debut Raintown. It probably helps that the record […]