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Manchester City Life Magazine
The adorable Lorraine Bowen has been
playing havoc with our fragile hearts of both sexes ever since she was a Dinner Lady (Hannibal recording artists, of These Knees Have Seen the World fame). My own thralldom dates from an evening in the
Samuel Pepys pub., Hackney, a few years ago, where Lorraine entertained in an upstairs room. The pheromones involuntarily responded (whose would not?) to the sight
of Lorraine draped provocatively in bedroom linen, crooning "Join me in my wincyette sheet, where heaven and hell meet". Bowen has been astutely described as a combination of Madonna and Joyce
Grenfell, a recognition that kinky rapacity and winsome charm are not self cancelling qualities. And Bowen has an advantage over both these women of mark - she happens to inhabit the real world. Her
songs speak of the pleasures, contradictions and frustrations of our 'modern way of living'; of consumption, be it material (over-spending in the supermarket) , or culinary (junk food and spinach
are extolled); womanly woes (a tune about big knickers is raucous enough to appeal to the leather-clad brigade); whilst being sensitive to the claims of fantasy and romance (the sublime 'Julie
Christie' has bewitched every listener). Bowen embarks on a three-date mini-tour of the North West - 'Goes Granada' - this issue (see listings for details). Neither pure stand-up or pop, Bowen eludes
easy classification. Call her, rather, the supreme product of her sex, a category of one (O'K)
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