For the first time in 1,000 years we went out on New Year's Eve, to an 80s night at the Moth Club. It was fun, but we felt a bit like actual roundheads or cavaliers attending a Sealed Knot reenactment. We were there the first time around. They'd accurately reconnected the aesthetics of the Albion Suite at the Coop functions rooms in 1983 but there's no way any DJ of the period would have played the Cutting Crew or Born in the USA during a dance set.
The music was 40 years old. It would have been like us dancing to Glen Miller. There's been some sort of compression in music culture. Represented by the fact that no one will ever produce a better record than And The Beat Goes On.
It also made me nostalgic for that 80s thing where there'd be a 15-minute section in the middle of the evening where they played Status Quo and people did spreading.
UPDATE: I've just seen that Tom's mastodoned about the playlist I made to commemorate our 1996 NYE wedding. This is what we played on the night. No Bruce.