At last, not ‘Heat me up and tell me you’re happy’, or ’The day they ate brick’, but ‘A can of bees’. Four negative reviews. Silence descends, tumbleweeds occasionally roll across the stage. One year later the first major paper (NME, Sounds, Melody Maker) will break the silence with a paragraph on the follow up album, Underwater Moonlight.
That’s how it looks from the scrapbook, particularly after the yards of breathless print composed about the band in 1978. I remember my life in the summer of 1979 as an intensive time- busking, camping thru France, the arrival of Matthew, Robyn in top creative gear, the Boathouse miraculously becoming available for rehearsals, passing my driving test etc.