The second album from the Knack, a band pilloried for the mortal sins of being, in order, a pop band, a very good pop band and a very successful pop band, was called ... But The Little Girls Understand. It was partly more of their risque (and these days more than borderline questionable) plays on lust for teens and partly a raised middle finger to the knockers who dismissed them as throwaway because of songs that stuck to you like glue and the fans who weren’t thinking about being cool.
The band had a point with the title, even if a good many of us teenage males were more than happy to admit a liking for them too (and their next albums too, by the way). While the tastemakers tut-tutted, a whole lot of people just got on with buying and liking exactly what they liked.
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