The Human League Story
The club is principally known in UK/US pop history and worldwide as the 'birthplace' of the 'Mark Two' (commercially successful) version of the pop group The Human League.
Where, in October 1980 during a visit to the Crazy Daisy. Almost as an allegory of the Cinderella story, Philip Oakey (lead singer of the group), randomly spotted and recruited two totally unknown school girls, Joanne Catherall and Susan Ann Sulley, into the group after the original members had walked out on the eve of an international tour. With no auditions or rehearsals, Sulley and Catherall were taken out of school to go on the tour with just 4 days notice. The new group lineup then rose rapidly to international prominence and enormous commercial success in the early and mid 1980s making internationally famous popstars of both girls.
The Human League continues recording and touring internationally to this day, 30 years later, still complete with Sulley and Catherall now in their mid-forties.
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