I had forgotten all about this song and video, until Sean at Burning Tiger reminded me about it in a funny little post — and watching it, suddenly it was 1985, me, a first year university, drinking my face off and generally acting like an 19 year-old student. I thought the song was amazing and the video way cool and the lead vocalist the hottest guy ever to wear a tight pair of jeans and sing falsetto.
Looking at him now, he’s a punk with an admittedly engaging smile. And why was he being chased with a wrench, anyway?
More philosophically, were we ever that young?
And my conclusion about the culture of the Eighties? Ultimately, it was about Big Hair, and lots of it.