To those who witnessed this mythic band at their 1987 peak, and have continued to keep the faith in the intervening years, the chances of the lost Boys Wonder album ever finally making its appearance gradually dwindled from unlikely to improbable. But fans continued to scan the horizon for this great white whale because Boys Wonder weren’t a band you’d easily forget.
Imagine a seamless combination of the Pistols and Queen, ludicrously adept Tin Pan Alley-literate songsmiths perfectly bridging the gap between Ogden’s Small Faces and Parklife’s Blur (via early Bowie at his most flagrantly Anthony Newley). Boys Wonder were the glam-punk mods, metropolitan show-offs in wide-awake sartorials who’d quaffed deep enough on Malcolm McLaren’s koolaid to realise that in post-punk pop it was no longer enough to be just a band.
