THE OUTFIELD: WE'RE AN... UH...AMERICAN BAND?
The first time I heard the Outfield on the radio I recall thinking that the band had a refreshing pop sheen that was like a breath of fresh air compared to the usual Top 40 diet of synthosludge mannerisms. “Here,” says I, “is another one of these promising American upstarts, like the Hooters, who are giving us some good jangelling AM radio music.”
THE OUTFIELD: WE'RE AN... UH...AMERICAN BAND?
Billy Cioffi
The first time I heard the Outfield on the radio I recall thinking that the band had a refreshing pop sheen that was like a breath of fresh air compared to the usual Top 40 diet of synthosludge mannerisms. “Here,” says I, “is another one of these promising American upstarts, like the Hooters, who are giving us some good jangelling AM radio music.” Well, I guess you could’ve knocked me over with a light gauge guitar string when I found out that the Outfield were not from the good ole U.S.A., but were a bunch of bloody blokes from you know where! To make matters worse, these guys had actually named themselves after a term (or rather, a location) from the Great American Pastime. Have the English no shame, I wondered?
I arrived at CBS Records in Los Angeles to get the answers from their leader and principle songwriter, John Spinks.