Shot & Edited by Lee Cogswell Interviews by John Wilson Additional camera - Daniel Thompson Additional Audio - John Wilson & Charles Rees Song title graphics - Alex Hutchinson Cover Animation - David Kitson
The Style Council Serie A Leaders
I am an Italian football critic and an avid Style Council fan and like my favourite sport, the Council’s career is a tale of two halves. Paul Weller formed his new squad when he left his previous champion wining side, just as they were ready to topple the mighty Manchester United. The tactics were the same every match, there was talk of fights on the training ground and they played too many games. Although they had a wining formula, there was no width to their game and it was typically English - all kick and run.
© Words - Nick Churchill
Maybe it was down to the band not having played much this year, maybe it was just a sticky night and the sound was doing battle with the Guildhall's challenging acoustics, but we were some way south of prime Weller.
It is easy to dismiss Weller’s final and rejected album for Polydor, Modernism: A New Decade. Recorded in 1989 and finally released in 1998, but by then the moment had gone. Modernism certainly witnessed a huge change in musical direction for Weller, the usual Soul, Pop, Funk and Jazz sound of The Style Council had been replaced by House Music,
In the music business, once you hit 30 you are considered over the hill, and this still applies in the 21st century. As far as middle-aged artists go, very few make an impact on the current generation, with most inclined to live off their back catalogue. They tour the world, coining it in with merchandising sales, and endless re-issues, and deluxe packaging of their greatest hits.
Dennis Munday’s Paul Weller biography is reminiscent of a Jam seven-inch single. A new song by The Jam was not just another record from the hit parade. It was an event, kids would bunk off school, and workers would phone in sick, just to purchase the newest release from Woking’s finest.
It’s the early 80s, and it’s a hot idyllic sunny Sunday afternoon in southeast London. A group of teenagers are togged up in Italian and French polo tops, sporting faded jeans and bright coloured cords, with an array of smart trainers and desert boots on their feet. They are in a relaxed frame of mind, as they swap anecdotes and jokes in a friend’s back garden.