Listen carefully, and you can hear a kitchen sink being tapped in 'No'. I'm sorry, I can't claim that that's original as Paul Morley said it in the original view in the NME in 1981. Yes mother, 19 years ago, but not one record has managed to spin, swirl, bemuse, annoy, disquiet or confound in the way 'Sulk' did. It's lush in only the way that 80s records could be but never were: Duran Duran never matched 'Club Country', ABC couldn't touch 'Party Fears Two'; it's the real sound of lying in the gutter and staring at the stars - read the book for the squalid brandy and coke madness of the record's construction (I'm sure it's around here somewhere). 'Sulk' is as plastic as a Dobro guitar and as valuable. Sulk is a record that could never be made again as it wouldn't get past the accountants and, well, the guy who made it what it was, he's dead.