Now very old news owing to copyright restrictions, some musings on the future of One Direction (whaddya mean, who?), as featured in the Doncaster Star.
So, we bid a fond farewell to the Prince of Hearts. Zayn, the one on the left in teenybop band One Direction, has gone. The millionaire 15 times over has said he wants to lead a normal life.
I’m not well qualified to ponder their success, finding them musically bland at best. Though it’s not about the music, is it? They’re presumably bankable to teenage girls but seeing as Harry – the only one I could pick out of a lineup – looks like the kind of kid the girls at my school would have nicked the dinner money from, I may not be best qualified to see their ‘charms’.
But we shouldn’t mock. Zayn has cited stress as the reason for his departure, though the tabloids are working manfully to pin something a bit more salacious on him. Whatever, it’s best any mental health issues are addressed, before he reaches the pop star cut-off age of 27. And it was, seemingly, Syco
Cowell’s management company which proved to be forward thinking for once in sending Zayn home – in the past acts have generally been cut adrift when proving surplus to requirements (just ask Steve Brookstein) but perhaps Susan Boyle’s well-publicised meltdown has prompted a closer eye being kept, at least on the more
And this in a week when another teen band ‘survivor’ (but barely), East 17’s Brian Harvey was described as being in a “desperate” situation by MP Simon
Danczuk, as he called for the music industry to take
better care of artists. The BPI claims to support mental
health charity Help Musicians UK – though, er, not financially. Times are hard after all, though they do link to the charity’s website.
Whatever problems Zayn may have, money shouldn’t be one of them, especially as Cowell has agreed to release his solo material, which appeared online days after his departure. It may even be that he’s jumped ship at the right time. All boybands have their sell-by date with few managing to carve out careers beyond the time their boyish charms have faded – Take That the dishonourable exception judging by the hordes of 40-something HR executives flocking to their reunion shows a while back.
Maybe the four of One D will become five again – perhaps around 2020, when the time, and the price, is right.
Despite releasing a self-titled effort, Wire, for the uninitiated, are anything but a new band. However, the quartet’s 13th
studio album could easily pass for a debut from an act, say, 38 years their junior. Usually described as ‘art punk’, REM, The Cure and Blur have all acknowledged the influence of the foursome. And four decades on they can still cut it – alternating between motorik Krautrock-ing beats (opener ‘Blogging’) and moody soundscapes (Sleep-Walking’) they still can build a poppy hook around chiming guitars and menacing bass. This might not be their greatest release, but that’s unsurprising given their back catalogue. However, it still stands head and shoulders above most modern pop. HHHH