Flowered Up were dubbed as Lonodn's Happy Mondays. The Mondays had Bez, Flowered Up had Barry Mooncult - a bloke dressed up as a flower who pranced around the stage in a flowery manner!
Their faces adorned the cover of the NME before anyone had heard their first single, a piano driven stormer that went by the name of It's On. It was a really decent tune and London's first genuine baggy band (I'm not including Blur!) had arrived on the scene.
It's On came from the band's debut album which was called Life Of Brian. Like It's On, it's a pretty good album. Filled with baggy fuelled tunes - not particularly substantial but good fun nonetheless.
But Flowered Up to me are all about one song - a song that was to be their final single and undoubtedly their greatest moment - Weekender.
It's a thirteen minute epic that to me sums up the hedonistic age of the early nineteen nineties. It is a song about how mundane work can be, how clubbing can act as a release to a different stratosphere and how bumpy returning back down to planet earth can be.
"Weekender go out and have a good good a good good time."
The video is class, beginning with the preparations for a big night out - the ironing of the shirt, the dressing up - then on to hitting the club - the music swirling - catching the eye of a beautiful girl - scoring and then the descent into the post club come down. It finishes with the central protagonist starring upwards from the top of a tower block as the sky spins uncontrollably above him.
If you go onto one of the auction sites you'll probably find a bidding war going on for a copy - if you can get hold of one, do, it's ace.
Weekender signalled the demise of Flowered Up.
But if there was ever a band to go out at the high point of their career it was Flowered Up.