by Jo Michelmore
When I got to V in the A to Z of pop, I came to the conclusion that some pop music was very, very good, some pop was very, very bad and they weren't necessarily the same thing. Now that we're here in the midst of the 80s, the line between good and bad is a little blurred. We'll just assume it's time that has made things a little more confusing because let's face it, sometime in the floral-flannel-ripped-short-ill-fitting-t-shirt-bad-denim days of the mid 90s no one was admitting they found the mullet-bouffant-windblown-sax-solo actually quite alluring, but really, now it can't be denied. In the 80s? Very good, very bad: same.
The wind blown bouffant slash mullet, 30 seconds of water logged synth sax at 2:43 and the never ending wail; "Valeriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee". Very good, very bad: same. Also, Amy did it better.
Did anyone think Kenny Loggins wasn't a very good name for a pop star? Anyone? No one? Very good, very bad: same. Also, if Taylor Swift was a musician in the mid 80s, she would have been playing keys for Kenny.
Semi naked dancers who I'm pretty sure would have had no interest in she-Venus whatsoever and moves we've all seen someones Mum do at a wedding sometime. Very good, very bad: same. Also, I think Little Mix are Bananrama. Or the other way around.
Oh. So that thing about 80s very good, very bad being the same? I was wrong.