One of Popmusic's more bizarre stories
"All we want to do is have a good time, then you went and took our house away.
No one ever asked for our opinion. No, No we don't get a say!"
The Reynolds Girls were (and by all means probably still are) two scouser lassies from Liverpool who would sit in front of the radio station where eighties instant pop supremo Pete Waterman, spiritus rector of Rick Astley, Sinitta, Bananarama, Big Fun and hundreds of other instantly forgettable pop acts was hosting a radio show. One day the 18 year old Linda and her 16 year old sister Ashling managed to smuggle a tape into Waterman's car where, against better knowledge, he whacked it into the stereo. For some weird and uncomprehensible reason, he liked what he heard, and told his musical slave, Matt Aitken, to come with a song for the two girls. As Stock, Aitken, Waterman apparently just a couple of days prior had a deeply philosophical discussion about the wrong demographics of radio presenters in the UK, they came up with this deeply philosophical snippet:
"Can't you see that every generation has music for it's own identity?
But why's the DJ on the radio station
Is always more than twice the age of me"
The two juveniles were invited to London, got a new wardrobe and a new hairdo, were made best friends of the day with S.A.W. and given a song. The record "I'd rather jack" was done in the standard 90 minutes recording/composing time, reached number one in the UK in 1989, was the usual blend of toned down house tracks and pretty melodies and of course, the two girls (who were apparently hairdressers by trade) vanished from the face of the earth after their first single, even though they declared feistily in Number One magazine: "Nobody will get rid of The Reynolds Girls that easily".
"Who needs Pink Floyd, Dire Straits
That’s not our music, it’s out of date.
They never play the songs we know!"
Wrong. Utterly wrong.