Ar yr un llaw, sut wnaeth band mor anhygoel o anghŵl a derivitive lwyddo llenwi Odeon Hammersmith a chyrraedd rhif 1 yn y siartiau yn yr 80au cynnar?
Ar y llaw arall, wnes i grio uwchben y sinc wrth wrando ar hon bore ddoe.
Does dim esgus yn y byd, mae e tu hwnt i bob dadl “pleserau euog”. Dw i’n gwybod yn iawn y dylwn i fod wedi bod yn gwrando ar Joy Division neu rywbeth, ond y gwir syml yw, yn 1983, yn y myddarffycin Waun, doedd dim byd yn well na hyn:
Nid bod neb yn darllen o hyd, ond oedd gan fy ffrind M.O., yr un wnes i deithio gyda fe i Lundain bell i weld y bois ’ma, Mini 1275 GT gyda’r enw “GRENDEL” yn y striben haul. Mae’n haws ffeindo trivia am y band di-werth yma ar y we nag yw e ffeindio tystiolaeth marwolaeth gwastraffus nghyfaill. Ac er eu bod yn ddi-werth, wrth gymharu â Velvet Undergrounds, Van Morrisioniaid a Datblygiadau’r byd roc byd eang, dw i ddim yn credu y bydd yr un band arall â’r gallu torri nghalon mor gyson â’r band yma.
Saw them at Folkestone on the ‘Script’ tour. I also had a Mini 1275 GT. Just wish I knew what the significance of it all. Be a good egg and mail me a translation. Please. Good to have you back, by the way.
On the one hand, how did such an incredibly uncool and derivitive band succeed in filling Hammersmith Odean and reach number one in the charts in the early 80s?
On the other hand, I cried over the sink to this yesterday morning.
No excuses, it’s beyond every “guilty pleasures” argument. I know full well I should have been listening to Joy Division or something, but the simple truth is, in 1983, in [untranslatable adjective] Chirk, there wasn’t anything better than this: [vid]
Not that anyone’s still reading, but my friend M.O., the one I travelled to London with to see these chaps, had a Mini 1275 GY with the name “GRENDEL” in the sunstrip. It’s eaiser finding trivia on the web about this silly little band than it is to find any evidence of my friend’s wasteful death. And although they may be worthless, compared with the Velvet Underground, Van Morrisons and Datblygus of the global rock scene, I don’t think there’ll ever be another band who can break my heart as consistently as this one.
I was drunk, halfway down a bottle of Jamesons and not for quitting. It’s still true, mind.