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CULTURE CLUBBING with George and The Boys

After years in the biz, very few things surprise me anymore.

June 1, 1983
J. Kordosh

After years in the biz, very few things surprise me anymore. What the heck, I’ve railed at Rush. I fought it out with Fear. I battled the Bus Boys. I was double-dribbled by Dave Davies’ bodyguard. I’ve done it all; I’ve done it my way. Doubtless I’m dauntless.

Granted that I’m a veritable rock, let me confess I’m a bit taken aback by this Culture Club thang and—in particular— Boy George. I haven’t lost any sleep over the way the guy looks, but I don’t think anyone would disagree that he does look passably odd, Boy-wise. Hell, the guy’s a goof, and his face doesn’t match the voice on “Do You Really Want To Hurt Me.” Come to think of it, his face doesn’t match fingernails on the blackboard. But I don’t really want to make him cry—I like the Boy. He’s not my favorite Boy, of course, since I let two live in my house and they’ve got six years between ’em. Then there’s bill-paying Boys like Howdy!; I’m naturally partial to them. As far as Georges go, he’s a good George, but not a great George; e.g., Curious (the monkey) and Of The Jungle, the TV star.

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