...or something. Come to think, maybe funkin' wasn't exactly what they had in mind, but I was a dirty-minded child (about 9 or 10 around the time this was showing) and if it was I didn't pick up on it. As far as I can remember, Glam Metal Detectives set itself up as a post-pub trawl through various cable channels and programmes, the main one concerning a troup of old-school, mullets-and-fishnets rockers who toured the world (even reaching London, In-guh-land)solving mysteries. In a van. There was also Bloodsports Live, coming direct to your front room from car parks at kicking-out time nationwide; Betty's Mad Dash, a film about two fraightfully-fraightfully flappers on a NBK-style crime spree; George Yiasoumi, who thought he was the Godfather and was followed everywhere by two thugs who hummed the theme tune; Mick Jagger's Hamlet and, uh, not that many more. It was very funny, very sweet and very strange. Judging from its limited distribution and the fact that no one I've ever met has heard of it, it was also an aquired taste. Maybe I'm just recalling it through the rosy contact lenses of nostalgia but for this up-too-late 9 year old, GMD was a taste well worth aquiring. Besides which, it shoes the hell out of Smack The Pony.
Review of The Glam Metal Detectives
