So my grand idea of doing some serous blog world domination and posting at an obsessive rate lasted a week and that week was a few weeks ago. I can’t convince myself to care but i will continue to try to keep caring. Anyway, I’m just gonna post 3 new Cleaners albums to make up for lost time. I haven’t even heard all these albums yet, so you might be about to embark on some serious aural gold diggin’ that your nerdy friend over here hasn’t even dipped his mussed up hands in yet. How exciting, right?! Ehhh, yeah well, Mr Martin Newell pumped out so many perfect pop ditties over the course of the eighties that chances of your opening up one of these lil treasure chests and getting sprayed in the face with a thirty year old booby trap are quite limited. He certainly always seemed like a gentle man in his songs. Very sensitive and earnest, probably unpretentious to a fault, if you look at it from a career standpoint. A bigger ego and crush on fame and these little tunes probably could have been everywhere, spinning on lil’ lucy new wave’s juke box and getting the teenage collectors a reason to wake up in the morning after John Peel should have played it the night before. Have you ever heard the story about Martin touring around England on a bicycle? Well that’s about all i know about the story, but how dreamy, huh?
Cleaners From Venus
Any Normal Monday (1982)
Back from the Cleaners (1995)
My Back Wages (2000) A Collection of Rarities