Many bands split up due to musical differences, but how many go their separate ways as a result of dress-code cock-ups? I have a feeling that Jenson Interceptor may have been one band to have fallen victim to the rarely discussed phenomenon of sartorial incompatibility.
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Picture the scene: it's the tail end of 1979, Miami Vice won't hit our TV screens for more than four years and, despite the profound influence that the 'slutty Sandy' scene at the end of Grease has had on rock chicks the world over (see above), nobody is quite sure what direction men's rock fashion will take in 1980. Throughout the 1970s the jeans / denim shirt combo was a safe bet for any rock musician. Yes, your Freddie Mercurys or Marc Bolans were partial to the occasional blouse and feather boa, but denim gave your average working muso a tried, trusted and versatile uniform he could rely on: as comfortable on stage as in the dole queue when that multi-album deal fell through. The dawn of a new decade, exciting times, but who would have wanted to be in the position of releasing a debut album in 1980 with the ever-present threat of a fashion faux-pas? You have to pity Jenson Interceptor because it went so horribly wrong for them.
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Despite being the proud owner of a crystal ball, the hapless ginger fella clearly failed to predict the rise of the white suit in rock 'n' roll. The body language here says it all: the be-suited chaps refuse to look at their colleague, hoping he'll do the right thing and leave without a fuss, whilst he stares contemptuosly at his cheap, mail order crystal ball and wonders if it can tell him where he put the receipt for those leather strides . As a tiny crumb of consolation, the russet-bonced leather boy might be in with a chance of sueing Simon Cowell for stealing his nipple-encroaching-waistband look.
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