Sex Gang Children, November 1982
"A variety of bizarre hairstyles and an assortment of black leather."
I saw the Sex Gang Children a few weeks after Futurama, this time in Liverpool (but without the skeleton). I got a bit bored – they weren’t as dark and dangerous as they liked to think – so I amused myself by taking the piss out of their mustard and cress haircuts. There was a letter of complaint in the Melody Maker after my review was published, but it…