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Tracy-Ann Oberman

ByTracy-Ann Oberman, Tracy-Ann Oberman

Opinion

Sweet and sour voices conjure up the 1980s

September 22, 2016 11:48
2 min read

This is a tale of two Alisons and how their paths recently "crossed". Both stir up memories of the 1980s for me.

The first Alison is Alison Moyet, the brilliant singer-songwriter who first came into the limelight with Yazoo and has gone on to become one of the UK's most respected solo artists. Her album sales alone have topped the 23 million mark and her bluesy haunting voice was one of the primary soundtracks to my undergraduate years. Only You, Don't Go and Situation were practically on a virtual loop on my Walkman. She is a true artist.

The second Alison in this tale also considers herself to be an artist. I will only refer to her as Alison B as publishing her full name will give her notoriety and I don't want to supply any oxygen to a fame she craves. This Alison is also a singer–songwriter of sorts. And in her own way she brings back the '80s for me.

She's a ferocious Jeremy Corbyn supporter (sorry Jezza I know you can't be held responsible for your supporters but this is certainly one you can well do without) but her far left support isn't the '80s throwback I'm referring to. I'm thinking more David Irving, the revisionist historian who got cocky and loud in the late 1980s about his views on the Holocaust and ended up discredited and reviled in a big fat court case with a jail sentence to boot.