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September 2016:
Three frustrated teenagers in Sheffield. “Frustration at what?”
you may well ask. “Where are the stars…?” they reply.
Too
many shoe-g a
zing, teen-
angsty, self-piteous wankers. Whatever happened to wanting to be on Top of the Pops? Whatever happened to wanting to be on the cover of Smash Hits? Where
a
re the egos? Where
a
re the stars…? Let's do something
about it: Let's be Sweet
and Adam & The Ants, Duran Duran
and the Pistols. Let's write big, dumb sing-it-in-
a
-field-with-10,000-space-cadets tunes. Let's put on
a
fucking show...
And so BabyPinkSt
a
r came to be. But Tóm
a
s, Alice
and Ben couldn't find
a
competent drummer – How can so many people be so deluded? Fuck it, we'll use
a
laptop. They became
another in the long line of drummer-less trios to emerge from Sheffield
. They played festivals, they played clubs, they played
and they played,
anywhere
and everywhere. But they weren't sure that
anyone would
actually get it...
A
bit of rock,
a
bit of punk,
a
touch of glam, some bleeps
and beats. Who the fuck sounds like this? Ah,
but we're not following fashion, we're starting it…
The unscene
youth
a
greed.
Then they played
a
toilet… hassled by scarf we
a
ring indie-kids who think they discovered Joy Division,
a
bused by
a gang of skins for being
a
bunch of make-up we
a
ring queers – it was all too much for bleepy the laptop. The pint of camel piss that landed on him might've swayed it
a
touch… Luckily, in the
audience that night, was Breezie: A re
l-life hum
a
n drummer.
He could hit
things in time with the music
a
nd everything. He w
a
sn't sc
a
red of the technology. He loved the cocky, arrogant bastards he'd just witnessed. He joined the next d
a
y. He debuted
at the Leadmill 2 weeks later. He rocked.
They hit the
studio, recorded some stuff, talked to important people
a
bout becoming media
whores
and, in good old fashioned
awkward
and contrary style, BabyPinkStar rele
a
se
a
Limited Edition 7” Pink Vinyl in April 2006.
30 July
2005
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