
Today, I listened to the Bonneville soundtrack, which, to my startlement, contained a Nik Kershaw song called "Wounded" from 2002. I had no idea he was still recording. And it was good! Edgy! energetic! with sharp lyrics! We're wounded but walking, dumbstruck but talking still. All with a big brass samba jam going on behind him.
And his distinctive voice -- a little like Rufus Wainwright's, now that I hear it again -- sounds the same as it ever did when he had frosted spiky hair and shoulder pads! I was thrilled.
Then I learned that Nik has a brand new album out, on his own label. Well, okay, 2006. Close enough to brand new. How wonderful is that?
Needless to say, I ordered it.
There's nothing like re-igniting a teenage crush in one's thirties...!