DO BANANARAMA HAVE APPEAL?
They have never heard of CREEM Magazine, and when I describe it, Sarah deadpans, “Oh—it’s like the N.M.E. now.”
November 1, 1984
PT. 1: EXTENUATING CIRCUMSTANCES (DISCLAIMER)
Three hungover, hungry, still-jetlagged lasses from London, a.k.a. Bananarama, meet an ebullient but spacey female rock journalist who looks like a Greenwich Village Beatchick circa 1960. They have never heard of CREEM Magazine, and when I describe it, Sarah deadpans, “Oh—it’s like the N.M.E. now.”
