Features
DURAN DURAN AM WHAT THEY YAM
And that's the snakes...
April 1, 1984
The belligerent, black North Sea crashes with a grim rhythm in the opposite side of the main road to Brighton’s Grand Hotel. Its force, however, fails utterly to drown out the piercing squeals and squawks of the 30 or so Duran Duran fans gathered by the main entrance of the somewhat inaptly named Regency building.
It seems that every time a chambermaid adjusts a curtain in one of the front-facing bedrooms, this gaggle of girls is given cause to erupt with audible hysteria; it is noticable, also, that the chant “We want Quran Duran” has a rather ugly poetic meter4jjpt is hardly pleasing to the ear.