The Frank & Walters
Grand Parade (Setanta)
by Jamie Kiffel
It’s the summer of ’87 and UK rock is synonymous with smooth, male tenors mooning over synthesizer and drum machine-enhanced, pop propositions of love. You find yourself stamping your drum pedal foot to the same tunes as rock star wannabes in Santa Cruz and housecoated housewives in Indiana. Even Texan two-steppers are working out line dances to the stuff. Fast forward to 1998. Most of these musicians are now remembered for one or two big-haired wonders, each of which is inconveniently buried amidst nine or ten clunker tunes which, if not for the single, favored song, would merit disposing of the entire, embarrassing evidence of any ’80s involvement whatsoever.
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