The Concerns. Soft Cell. But for the rest of us, the track is a prototype punk-house gift that keeps giving. Ironically, after the band made a spoof video-nasty porno to promote the song which was copied by underhand means and sent out to the media, News of the World—along with every other paper in the country—reported on the story, prompting the police to raid Soft Cell's management's offices and scoop up every last tape.
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But "Sex Dwarf," a song that, ironically, satirises smutty 80's tabloid sensationalism didn't do the band any favours and arguably imprisoned the duo within a box labelled 'other' for the rest of its natural life.
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The Daylilies. Like the track "Martin" from their The Art of Falling Apart album"Sex Dwarf" is a wide-screen club thumper whose pitch-bending top synth line anticipates the sounds of the first rave records that were to follow a few years later, while its kooky backing vocals reminiscent of the B52s add an anarchic rawness that predates comparable LCD Soundsystem and hip-hop productions.
Here's our cover of Misery Farm, an old ditty made popular by Current It's certainly one of Soft Cell's most bizarre confections, a strange tale of "looking to procure" before "making it with the dumb chauffeur" of a gold Rolls Royce. Thanks to all who made it.
With Almond's theatrical use of make-up and leather stage outfits, it was perhaps inevitable that his band would become irretrievably associated with sleaze for some sections of the public in the eighties. How Almond's lyrics, epistles from the gutters that beatified addicts, strippers, compromised pop stars, desperate housewives, sexual compulsives and dealt with themes of love, murder, ecstasy and insanity blew pretty much all of his contemporaries out of the water bar Morrissey and Nick Cave.
It's a song that worked equally well as a picture-postcard of drowsy Soho afternoon dive bars, sex shops and porno cinemas in the eighties as it did an anthem for California industrial art-rockers Nine Inch Nails , or a bosh-bosh-bosh thriller for Scooter. So with that in mind