It was the mid 80s. I was 14 or 15 years old, spending my summers in a tiny little village in Spain, falling in love left right and centre, riding a pink Vespino, drinking gin and beer in a disco called Sexifirmio, and there were two songs always playing on the radio. One was Voyage Voyage by Desireless, if anyone remembers that (I've just dredged it from the brackish, silted riverbed of 30-year-old memories):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6PDmZnG8KsM
But the one that got to me was The Promise You Made by Cock Robin. It remained half-buried for years and years and in my sun-soaked, gin-fuelled memories, and I only found it again by googling a snippet of lyrics 25 years later.
Plus points:
Led by a bassist (Peter Kingsbery)
Anna LaCazio. That voice. Strained, but controlled. Plaintive, even.
The Eightiesest mullet on the guitarist
I was 15 years old, man. It was 1986. I was drunk and surrounded by magic, mystery, the sun, the moon, gin, beauty, girls, a disco covered in mirrors. Sexifirmio indeed.
Anyway here it is:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3pk3A_QSINI
It's guff and not the sort of thing I 'like', but I could listen to it over and over, and it takes me right back to a bar, across the road from that disco, to a girl called Miracles, to the hills, to the road down to the coast, to the heady scent of rosemary in the air.