And they had their Nikolai in Roger Taylor, the dull one who left in the ’80s and went a bit Frank Bruno.Īnd for those of you who were original Durannies, know this: they are reassuringly the same old DD. They had their Albert in Andy Taylor – a bit of rough washed up from another band entirely. They had their own Nick in Nick Rhodes – snooty, pretentious and sometimes a twat. ![]() They had their Fab in John Taylor, the chiselled hunk who still elicits most of the screams. They had their Julian in Simon Lebon – a cherubic singer prone to the podge. We’ve got Dadrock and Teenpop, so what price Riotmum? About £150 quid a ticket if tonight’s touts are talking kosher.įor those of you born in the ’80s and intrigued by this kerfuffle, all you need to know is this: Duran Duran were the original Strokes. But hey, if dads can get all swoony over rumours of a Jam reunion, then mums can sure as hell’s belles get screamy over the reformed Duran. ![]() At least you know who your mum was on the phone to all last week.ĭuran Duran’s return to a UK stage after 18 years has kicked off sheer hormonal pandemonium. The bloke working for the band tells me this: the gig sold out in four minutes flat and he’s been offered so many sexual favours for tickets that his sole regret is, this being a short-notice show, he really wouldn’t have the time, let alone the stamina, to cash in on the whole tix for fux scenario.
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