What an extraordinary evening, a marriage of musicianship and showmanship as a result of an ambitious idea that you all pulled off superbly. The look on Steve Norman's face when the 'Oh, dear, look what they've done..' chorus started was a joy. As for where we all were in the Eighties (in my case on the East London Advertiser and the Express!), it was a strange decade musically, and we avoided the mainstream charts and headed for the clubs for more esoteric sounds, still hugging Hideaway, Bed in the Corner, Back to the Farm and others to ourselves at home. In some ways that was an unsophisticated era musically, a kind of learning no-man's land after the rich offerings of the Seventies, and since then a lot of catching up has been done. So, we can pick and mix what we like and not pigeonhole ourselves – we're all much more open to liking a variety of different music. I love Cockney Rebel, Capital and Kiss for dance stuff, Sounds of the Seventies, Mahalia Jackson, Ella, The Waterboys, Two Door Cinema Club, Kodaline, jazz-funk, Duran's 'The Chauffeur'... There should be some sort of quote or rule: Stick to being a brilliant songwriter and musician, keep at it, and you can't lose. Few other bands have such a following, or could offer such a sophisticated and original musical experience. The most memorable gig I have ever been to.
PS: Where to go in Brum after gig to hear more Rebel music? Nowhere, of course. I'd taken my younger sister (more into heavy metal, but kindly saved me from sitting on my own). Her verdict: 'Brilliant; exhilarating.' We wanted more, but ended up clubbing (reggae, soul, ska),but it would have been good to have lingered in the moment...