SOUTH Wales' The Vanities are so eighties they've even been produced by a bloke from Spandau Ballet.
It's easy to mock that decade but SB were one of the biggest bands on the planet and primed their own kind of revolution. Tony Hadley's stupid clothes and naff songs took the limelight from punks for a period of occupation far longer than anyone had anticipated.
There's been enough taste under the bridge now to bucket some it up for a second helping, hence The Vanities.
But like kids too young to remember the horrors of Thatcher who toy with the idea of voting Tory "cos Labour have had their chance", The Vanities are playing with fire.
They croon like Stock, Aitkin and Waterman never happened, constantly searching for that Gold; a new anthem for a new generation of heartless consumerists.
The search goes on but The Vanities sound like they might find it under a forgotten quiff somewhere.
The Vanities play barfly, Cardiff tonight (Friday).
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