This Is The Sound Of The Suburbs

Wayne was made a Mayor of London Design Advocate, and has been an advocate for celebrating the city’s suburbs. 

I had been thinking about what Good Growth in London means to me and it came to me during this recent sweltering spell of weather in London when I was struggling to sleep, getting up at 4am and going on long runs with the dog on empty roads, through deserted green spaces and canal tow paths and through eerie industrial estates filled with the tempting smell of freshly baked bread. Each morning I took a route that would take me through the suburbs to an inner borough and then back through another suburban route to our office in a converted suburban home in Wembley Park. The one thing that struck me was how unloved so much of the public realm as you move away from the inner areas. The Grand Union canal tow path is beautiful in Kensal Rise and Ladbroke Grove and absolutely bloody filthy in Park Royal, Stonebridge Park and a proper health hazard by the time you reach Alperton. 

The lawns of Queens Park are pristine, whilst King Edwards Park in Wembley is littered with broken bottles that regularly cut my dogs pads. Hampstead Heath (4.6 miles from Oxford Circus) is mostly spotless whilst the woods, water and fields of The Welsh Harp (7.2 miles from Oxford Circus) is only clear of dumped rubbish when local volunteer groups have done their bit for society.

Living and working in suburban Brent I have witnessed public transport come on leaps and bounds whilst also experiencing the gap widen in terms of the quality of public space, quality of places to eat and general liveability of suburban Brent compared to neighbouring boroughs such as Kensington and Camden. I have witnessed Wembley High Road lose its M&S (sad as it sounds, how I miss being able to pop out for M&S chocolate cereal), lose its cool record shops and bars that in the 80s were vibrant hang outs for goths and new romantics and made Wembley a place where it felt natural to base our first business Red or Dead. We could be in our shops in the West End in 20 minutes or on the motorway to our factories in Lancashire in 10 minutes. Whilst Wembley, Harrow, Wealdstone, Hounslow and some other outer boroughs have remained relatively affordable, they are not on the radar of a generation of young Londoners who are saying that London is overheated and there is nowhere for them to live and make their mark in the city. The regular blogs, commentaries and talks at creative conferences that say that London has squeezed out its young and creative and it is time to move to Margate or Berlin have been making me want to scream: “open your eyes, be creative and turn your attention to pebble dashed suburban semi’s and 80s corrugated plastic clad car repair shops”.


So I am clear what my first mission will be as a London Design Advocate for Good Growth. It is time again for the Sound of the Suburbs. Here’s what I am going to shout about:

David Bowie, Mick Jagger, Siouxie Sioux and the Bromley Contingent, the Lacey Lady Jazz Funk dancers, Kate Moss all came from the suburbs. It’s time for the suburbs to rise again.

sound of suburbs

The Members said it all in 1979, the year I settled in London’s suburbia…

Same old boring Sunday morning old mans out washing the car,
Mums in the kitchen cooking Sunday dinner her best meal moaning while it lasts,
Johnny’s upstairs in his bedroom sitting in the dark,
Annoying the neighbours with his punk rock electric guitar,
This is the Sound,
This is the Sound of the Suburbs
This is the Sound,
This is the Sound of the Suburbs
Every Lousy Monday Morning Heathrow jets goes crashing over my home,
Ten O’clock Broadmoor siren driving me mad won’t leave me alone,
The woman next store just sits and stares outside,
She hasn’t come out once ever since her husband died,
This is the Sound,
This is the Sound of the Suburbs
This is the Sound,
This is the Sound of the Suburbs
Youth club Group used to want to be free,
Now they want anarchy,
They play too fast, they play out of tune,
They Practise in the singers bedroom,
The Drums quite good the bass is too loud,
And I… can’t hear the words.
This is the Sound,
This is the Sound of the Suburbs
This is the Sound,
This is the Sound of the Suburbs
Saturday morning family shoppers crowding out, the centre of town,
Young blokes sitting on the benches shouting at the young girls walking around,
Johnny stands there at his window looking at the night,
I said, hey what you listening to there’s nothing there (that’s right)
This is the Sound,
This is the Sound of the Suburbs
This is the Sound,
This is the Sound of the Suburbs