SECRET AFFAIR: Mods As Sods?

Skinny ties and short hair, melodies and sportcoat-parades trooping fashion and fun like a traveling funeral, like a gross non-sequitur. Like allofasudden some new edicts trumpeting cleancut choices, clearcut changes, fuckin’ limeys bouncing up and down with stupid smiles and youth-culture socio-shit.

Always thought the “rockers” were the hep tribe in Quadrophenid; sublife ratlife dross salivating malevolent ill-will and pronouncement on the tidy, succinct fun-rituals of non-leatherbound pleasureseeking teen-wimp throngs. Now suddenly this neo-mod revival of sorts, its dubious cultural ramifications (ha ha ha) and bogus political relevance for chrissake.

“No way,” resounds Ian Page, tireless mouthpiece of mod limers and Secret Affair—the first and most prominent band to emerge outta the whole thing. “People are crying out for something new to happen,” he continues. “Ever since the war ended in England there has been a need for young people to come up front and make their opinions known, their voices heard. To claim their own identity before society wipes it out. ‘Mod’—it’s just a label. I don’t think the word is particularly relevant. I think the need is the important thing. And the need is there, man.