An 80s thing, a world of self-hyping the next big thing. I'm ready for my closeup. A last nail in punk's coffin. A dress-up'n'party ethos in the Margaret Thatcher age, and, fitting, very entrepreneurial. Oh so pretty. Synthesized dancedancedance music: Spandau Ballet, Steve Strange's Visage supergroup, Ultravox's makeover, and one-hit wonders. Peripheral: Duran Duran, perhaps a patron saint. Alumnus: Boy George, later of Bow Wow Wow and Culture Club. Pretty vacant.

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