There it was on Top of the Pops 1986, in video flashback, the family band. If they were all watching, each one of us would have been singing along to it. I can guarantee that. It defined our journeys down to Liverpool. As driver, I had control of the car’s cassette deck, but the pressure came from the other four. Our tastes uniquely collided for this band.
The all-woman rock ensemble struck a chord with us all... goodness knows why. But at the iconic strike of the gong, were we not seated, we would all be walking like Egyptians.