He gives with one hand and takes away with the other. The news that Simply Red are to disband after 25 years caused a sort of Mexican sound wave the length and breadth of the country, as hordes cheered the news.
Sadly, in the very next breath the strawberry-blonde frontman Mick Hucknall reduced the very same crowds to tears as he revealed that he would be continuing as a solo artist (err, isn’t that effectively what Simply Red were anyway?).
I just want to use my name from 2010 and try and explore something new that’s got a bit more of an edge and a little more drive
The problem I have with the falsetto-voiced Mancunian is that whenever I hear his name mentioned I can’t help thinking of one particular story.
Back in the 90s, he was out on the town with one ex-EastEnder Martine McCutcheon, who found herself very much the worse for wear. In an effort to make herself feel a little better she threw up… all over Mick’s dreadlocks!
Funny? Tragi-comic? You decide, but he knows we’ll miss him when he’s gone!
Weeeelll….I’m not a huge fan, but I did get a freebie to see Simply Red at the Royal Albert Hall last year. It was packed, and much as it pains me to say it, they were great, and Hucknall has charisma by the bucketload.