WHAT Barbra Streisand - Wet
WHEN Glascoed Royal Ordnance Factory Social Club - Summer 1980
Endless summer nights at 'the Club'.
Coke in classic bottles.
Pub crisps.
And it felt like this tape was playing all the time.
This was the end of an era. It was the final summer I spent in our tiny village primary school (70 pupils) before transferring to the much larger comprehensive school (1100 pupils). We also moved that summer from the Factoryโs on-site โmarried quartersโ (population 200) to the village (population 2000). New house, new school, new friends, new music.
Listening to it 36 years later is, predictably, a mixed bag. The UK might have been punk for three years but that hadnโt reached Streisandโs Malibu bunker. It has the sticky sheen of West Coast music biz glossy excess plastered over it. You donโt have to call in Time Team to date it.
A concept album based around water? OK! A soft porn hot tub album cover? Yes! Car crash arrangements of flabby disco being choked by wigged-out guitar solos and sickly string sections? Uh huh! The version of โSplish Splashโ is excruciating. Butโฆ โWetโ, โKiss Me in the Rainโ and โNo More Tearsโ (with Donna Summer) can still hold their heads up. A decent cover version by the likes of Feist or Rhiannon Giddens could rehabilitate them for less decadent times.
Parts of this album are still scored deeply into my brain. If you say to me โItโs raining, itโs pouringโฆโ, my follow-up line will always be โmy love life is boringโ, not โthe old man is snoringโ. Thanks Barbra. Who knows what other pinko liberal mantras sheโs planted deep in my subconscious?
Now the Glascoed Royal Ordnance Factory Social Club is shuttered and decaying. Barbraโs tape looks like itโs gone through the wars. Time moves on.