I spent 1985 working in Sydney; my drive to work was accompanied by one of the local FM stations, playing international pop and Aussie bands. Ah the mid 80’s! Those hair styles! And these Oz guys who formed Icehouse were the epitome of mulletness. Think Kevin Keegan crossed with David Hasselhoff.
“No Promises” is their one minor hit; it’s got a hint of “This Is Not America”, the Pat Metheny/David Bowie collaboration at its core, and like that, the melody carries you up and away. You know how a piece of music can take you right back to a time or place? Well, Icehouse take me back to the Harbour Bridge and good old sunshine.
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About the Curator: Richard Parsons
I grew up listening to music from the late 60’s onwards. Pirate pop radio; swapping LP’s with friends; exploring genres; daydreaming over the latest woofer and tweeter.
In reality I spent thirty years imparting imperfect knowledge of English literature and drama to young minds in school. Regrets? No. I loved teaching; loved the interaction with the pupils, and made lifelong friends as a result. And what better way to keep up to date with music? I always played stuff in my lessons, and as a result, I’d be bombarded with suggestions from my flock! “Sir! Have you heard…?”