January 1, 1984
Lloyd Cole doesn’t care for fast cars, thinks Simon le Bon is ‘just beefcake” and would hate to be a member of Frankie Goes To Hollywood. He also reckons the …
January 1, 1985
He and his cohorts ought not to fit into today’s pop marketplace – a noisy, gaudy, last-gasp bazaar wherein sales stratagems, product-targeting and blind brand loyalty shout very loud and …
April 1, 1985
‘We wanted an ironic name. We’re quite a quiet group.’
‘…We didn’t have any depth to our material, we wrote most of the songs on the LP as we were recording …
May 10, 1985
The almost acoustic texture of the Smiths, minus the stomach-churning unhappiness makes Lloyd Cole and the Commotions the most appealing band to burst stateside this year. Four young Scotsman and a transplanted Man-chesterian owned a year and a half age and quickly won a recording contract from Polydor.
April 4, 1986
An aura of appreciation for the literary follows singer/songwriter Lloyd Cole everywhere he goes — even on airliners.
“My flight was fine, except I didn’t seem to get much peace,” he …
January 1, 1987
It’s hard being a thinking popstar. One whiff of grey matter and the music press will have you consigned to the bedsit forever. But with the Commotions’ auspiciously named new …
January 1, 1987
Paul Mathur talks to LLOYD COLE, who is about to return from his self-imposed exile with a brace of new songs.
The pursuit of delicious articulacy is vanishing fast from our …
September 26, 1987
LLOYD COLE is sick of being a cult. He wants to go mainstream, like, er, Dire Straits. Can this be true?
November 21, 1987
Cornered on tour in Dublin, LLOYD COLE – a renowned man of letters (and postcards) -explains to ROY WILKINSON why his songs on the new Commotions LP ‘Mainstream’ are less …
November 28, 1987
It’s easy to hate Lloyd Cole, that I will grudgingly admit. He’s neither reinventing pop in the manner of Young Gods, M/A/R/R/S or Big Black nor, is he working playfully within an almost determined traditionalism like Throwing Muses, 10,000 Maniacs or R.E.M. Lloyd Cole kind of seeps, consumes, stays raggedy at the edges of a sort of square pool. He’s got it tough.