Where are the other 997?

I will find any excuse to spend a day off listening to music.
Today's excuse? Too bloody cold! It is currently minus-7 degrees Fahrenheit in Dubuque.
I plan on leaving home to pick up the girls from school this afternoon. Otherwise, I am mostly certainly staying inside.
Right now, I am listening to a collection of UK indie tunes from about 20 years ago.
The Three Johns are currently bellowing about going "AWOL" and now Gene Loves Jezebel are dishing out "Bruises."
I can remember hearing some of these songs on "The Quake" radio station way back in the day.
Today's headline refers to a sadly forgotten group from that era.
Actually, "Where are the other 997" was a joke in a March 1985 issue of "Sounds" newsweekly about the band 1000 Mexicans. The bad was only three blokes -- Julian Griffin, Michael Harding and Andrew Hobday -- and not a one of them was Mexican.
Their music was real ace, though. It mixed that angular approach common to many of the post-punk groups with trumpets and a jazzy sort of temperament.
From that description, you can see they were never going to find mainstream success. That's too bad. Songs such as "The Last Pop Song" and "Diving for Pearls" will help keep me warm today.