Ah, the first of June! A summer month that is actually only one-third certified summer by our good friend axial tilt. Well, never mind our creative accounting of the seasons… the only thing that matters right now is that it’s Monday! Aren’t you excited? That means The Nest is ready to dip its toes into the deep end and fish out another drowning lost classic from that chlorine infested public pool of lost Baby Ruths we like to call the Dusty Vinyl Archive! DJ Scratchy’s always up for a pool party if it means she doesn’t have to wear anything over her thong, while the Sponkies get into a splash fight in the kiddie pool. Be prepared, this song’s gonna do a cannonball!
I don’t do politics….. at all. If you start talking politics, I’ll politely ignore you. If you write about politics, I’ll find something else to read. If the news comes on….. well, I don’t watch that shit anyway. So what’s up with the title of this post, you may ask? Well, let’s flashback to the wonderful year of 1983!
Let’s try that again….
The quartet of gentlemen above who you see in a variety of terrible retro hairstyles comprised the short-lived British band named Re-Flex. They recorded only two albums during their very brief time together in the early 80’s, and only one of the songs on those albums could be picked out of a lineup by even an avid 80’s enthusiast. But it’s a damned fine song… even if its title contains that dreaded P-word. Behold, the awesome 1983 Re-Flex single “The Politics of Dancing”…
Damn, is that video practically a time capsule of the early 80’s, or what?
Big props to Mecca for making this song one of its muzak earworms recently, as it put the seed in my head to feature this song on the DVA…. even though I don’t consider it to really be a lost hit. But in checking the chart results…. “Politics” only made it to #24 in the US, and #29 in Re-Flex’s homeland of the UK. So yeah, it was kinda buried under the rug in its own time, let alone almost four decades in the future. It was on the charts at the right time, though, because I remember listening to Casey Kasum’s American Top 40 every Sunday morning in early 1984… and still remember a lot of the songs on the charts at that particular time, of which this was one of them!
The Nest will have more dancing and less politics next Monday! I’m Evil Squirrel, and I approve this message…