Perhaps the Bolshoi's finest kitchen sink melodrama
however was their single, 'Away'. A tale of small-town middle England lives, of
teenage pregnancy and casual cruelties. Disguised as a gothic rock anthem,
'Away' had all the style and swagger of a 'She Sells Sanctuary' or 'Wasteland',
but far more substance and pulled off every pout, sneer and pirouette with
perfect class and disdain.
Obviously written by a fan…
The Bolshoi were dominated by Trevor Tanner's sardonic,
half-spoken baritone and lyrical paranoia, displaying his jarring knack for
almost-mundane, real-world imagery rather than atmospheric abstractions.
Tanner's writing conveyed the authentic angst of the lower middle-class grammar
school boy, the loneliness of the English Literature A-level student, putting
the Bolshoi much closer to the actual concerns of their audience. This ability
to craft convincing Middle English psychodramas was so completely opposite to
my world growing up, that I immediately fucking hated them and all they cared
to put to record…