It's 1989 and Liza Minnelli issues an apology.
A spot of religious ecstasy from a band whose fondness for exclamation marks is rivalled only by Shania Twain.
"I'd rather not have to hear about your other girls on your expense account."
You might think that to be successful in pop you need to be able to carry a tune. But as any backing singer will tell you – probably through gritted teeth – […]
Come 1990, Dusty Springfield was in the curious position of being popular again. She had basically ruled much of the 1960s, leading a female invasion of the charts that sometimes gets overlooked by the one […]
Let’s return to the notion of the Imperial Phase, that period of invincibility where everything you do is huge and deemed better than everyone else simply by virtue of your own […]
In the mid to late eighties there was a bizarre sort of supermarket trolley dash by male pop stars seemingly hell-bent on scooping up every past-their-sell-by-date-but-still-safe-to-consume female diva from the sixties […]