My younger sister was crazy about the Walker Brothers, which is the reason why I always hated them.
There was I, just getting into motorbikes and ripped denim and the rough end of the blues, and then there were these annoyingly perfect dudes who wouldn't ever have been seen in anything but a smooth black limo, and who crooned on and on like some fifties gospel singers with a bit of a Phil Spector echo. Dammit, even my parents "
approved of" them. Hopeless.
There was never any doubting the quality of the guy's voice, but even today the connotations still grate. Anybody know what I'm on about?
RIP anyway, Mr Walker. You were indeed great - just not my style.