“The Day The World Turned Day-Glo”

X-RAY SPEX – “The Day The World Turned Day-Glo” / “Iama Poseur” (EMI International INT 553) April 1978

X-ray Spex “The Day The World Turned Day-Glo” – Still Polly carries on about how we’re all turning into a plastic society. Her usual verbal attack on the microphone slightly outmatched by the pits playing of the band. New record company but no change. (Record Mirror)

Predictably, Poly Styrene has been the object of numerous vitriolic attacks by a threatened coterie of male writers with chronic deficiency in the (among others) critical faculties department – simply because they’re the type who seethe at the sight of a girl on stage who declines to be a brainless Barbie Doll flashing her cami-knickers.

Quit quaking, GANG. Pyrotechnist Poly’s scalpel is strictly lyrical, you’ll go home intact, if that’s how you came.

This here is another incisive Bird’s Eye view of our omnipresent consumer society, a Yellow-Paged, orange-vinyled trade-name travelogue.

“I clambered over mounds and mounds of Polystyrene foam
Then fell into a swimming pool filled with Fairy Snow.
And watched the world turn Day-Glo, you know.
I wrenched the nylon curtains back as far as they would go,
Then peered through perspex window panes at the acrylic road.
I drove my polypropylene car on wheels of sponge,
Then pulled into a Wimpy Bar to have a rubber bun.
The x-rays were penetrating through the latex breeze.
Synthetic fibre see through leaves fell from the rayon trees.
The day the world turned Day-Glo, you know , you know.

Poly Styrene

Man made urban neurosis? Envisioned Neutron Bomb nemesis? Obsessive Green Shields fixation? Vintage Roxy Music tripping through rush-hour Tesco’s??? Whatever, Poly’s verbal acidity makes Allen Ginsberg, Bob Dylan and Arthur “Yus, My Dear” Rimbaud look like Ed Hollis, and her voice is as powerful as that of the very redoubtable Tina Turner.

The disc-of-many-colours is (as we say in the trade) b/w ‘Iama Poseur’, indisputable proof that Poly’s song-writing talent on her newer stuff has not lost one iota of the potency on ‘Identity’, ‘I Live Off You’ or ‘Obsessed With You’.

(NME, 22/04/78)

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