Description: Frazer Lee spills ooze from his brainpan
Thirty years(!) ago today I was in a London park in the sunshine, rocking my socks (and my paratrooper boots) off.
Great X-pectations was a special one-day gig in support of indie radio station XFM . Around this time, The Cure had taken to the airwaves and hosted Cure FM a weekend of choons (and by all accounts also a weekend of debauched, erm, XS ) on the station, which was pitching for a London-wide license so it could bring the magic to the masses. Rather like XFM itself, the event attracted an exciting mix of artists and an eclectic audience.
Belly and Catherine Wheel were ace (from what I recall all these years later), as were Senseless Things and Sugar . Carter USM went down an absolute storm, but I remember feeling frustrated with the lacklustre audience response to the headliners. I’m far too old to dance nowadays, but 30 years ago it seemed criminal to leave a single blade of Finsbury Park grass uncut by tapping feet!