Contrary to popular opinion in these parts, I actually rather like this song about changing fashions and being NME cover stars one week and bargain bin the next.
As turricaned mentioned, this originally showed up as pretty much the only decent thing about Newman & Baddiel’s comedy show (well, apart from Rob Newman, anyway), and the lyrics may well allude to them.
However, the music scene and culture in general changed massively in both gaps between the Sundays’ albums (Stock Aitken Waterman → rave culture → Madchester → shoegaze → grunge → Britpop…), so I guess it’s more likely that they were writing about their own experiences and anxieties of being accepted by the music business. (I was struck at how fresh they still sounded when Summertime appeared from nowhere in 1997.)
Contrary to popular opinion in these parts, I actually rather like this song about changing fashions and being NME cover stars one week and bargain bin the next.
As turricaned mentioned, this originally showed up as pretty much the only decent thing about Newman & Baddiel’s comedy show (well, apart from Rob Newman, anyway), and the lyrics may well allude to them.
However, the music scene and culture in general changed massively in both gaps between the Sundays’ albums (Stock Aitken Waterman → rave culture → Madchester → shoegaze → grunge → Britpop…), so I guess it’s more likely that they were writing about their own experiences and anxieties of being accepted by the music business. (I was struck at how fresh they still sounded when Summertime appeared from nowhere in 1997.)