On this day, in 1997, the man my Demon Spouse assures me was a "Sex God" had an accident with his belt in a hotel room.
Whether the adventurous Michael Hutchence was getting his kicks via oxygen starvation (as his soon to be reaped other half claimed) or whether he was suicidal as the coroner claimed (how does one locate depression post mortem? "Aha, I knew if I moved this rib out more and removed the heart, I'd find a depression."), a true rocker reluctantly departed for parties new.
Finally giving Australia a worthy successor to the title "Rock Band" (as pop-like as they appeared on recordings), they steam-rollered their way into the charts with hits such as the instantly catchy Need you Tonight and Devil Inside, to the anthemic Never Tear Us Apart, sold a few records, made a few bucks, lost their singer, borrowed another former eighties also ran, got rid of him, and then went all reality TV on our asses by recruiting their latest lead man ("I'm their biggest fan - it's a dream come true" ,etc) via the medium of a TV contest.
When Michael departed, so too perhaps did credibility.
Let's raise a glass for Michael - he sh*gged Kylie you know!
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