Nobody knew what to make of The Pixies when they arrived on the music scene—one minute they weren’t there…and the next everything was turned on its head; with scarcely any parallels or similarities to be found with other bands past or present, the critics and fans were caught somewhere between wanting to like them and not knowing what to do with them if they did.

The Pixies were liked to some extent instantly, but faced an immediate and tough up-hill struggle to find their deserved place—as struggle which the band took in their stride, making no allowances for what was expected or what had come before; it took a year or two before people really started to get them, but when they did, doors started to open, gigs started to happen, and an intense buzz started to build: almost a phenomenon. At the same time—the mid 80s—rock bands were flooding the charts with music-junk; fighting through this slush was a slog for a number of reasons: The Pixies were in no way a formula band, that was what was at the heart of it all, struggling to break free. Instead of a tough looking lead vocalist there was Charles Thompson, an over-weight, screaming banshee of a mass of flesh. Kim Deal, Joey Santiago and David Lovering completed the bands unorthodox appearance—misfits by nature, their on stage personas seemed like a joke.

But the joke was on everyone else, as it went. And why shouldn’t it have been? The Pixies, along with Nirvana, were a breath of fresh air that punctured then ripped through all the nonsense drivel—what The Pixies did was more than just break down musical boundaries: they made every member of the crowd feel like it was OK to just be themself, without pretence. A powerful tool which would mark the band as seminal; a once upon a time event.

One last thing, I have just became aware of the fact that I have been gapeing at my computer screen for the last little while and am really tired of my House Wallpaper, I think it is time for a revamp, these and more updates coming soon!