Now, somewhere between fifteen and twenty years ago, I was a singular fan of the Bangles. I had all three of their albums, from the weird and vaguely unlistenable first one, through the poppy second album through into the lush soft rock third album. I hated Eternal Flame (still do), but loved songs like “Following”, “Glitter Years”, “Crash and Burn” and “Be With You”. I will make no apologies for this. I get pleasure from them still.
Last night I went to see The Bangles in concert with friends Francesca and Es. I went to see The Bangles in concert and not only was it really good fun, it was also a really good concert. Of course my initial assumption had been that it would be a vaguely tragic occasion – some kind of ludicrous nostalgia-milking exercise for the nearly-middle-aged. But while there was no shortage of the middle-aged in the audience, the band themselves didn’t look in any way out-of-place, out-of-fashion, self-indulgent or flabby. No – they were clearly a sharp and capable band up for having a very good time while rocking like pop-rock bastards…
When I was a kid, it never even occurred to me that I’d get to see them live. And when I booked the tickets it never really occurred to me that the whole experience would be so full of resonance and weird, trashy, idealistic, teenage emotions. Now, having seen them live, I realise that I’ve fulfilled a teenage dream that I didn’t know I had. And while it’s not without a hint of embarrassment, I feel bloody wonderful. If you get a chance to go and see them in concert, then go. I think you’d be surprised how much fun you’d have…