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The prettiest stars of Glam Rock

SHOCK AND AWE – GLAM ROCK AND ITS LEGACY by Simon Reynolds (Faber & Faber,2016)

“Got your mother in a whirl ‘cos she’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl” – David Bowie (Rebel Rebel)
“Even the greatest stars live their lives in the looking glass” – Kraftwork (Hall Of Mirrors)
“There’s something in the air of which we will all be aware yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah” – Sweet (Teenage Rampage)
“Whatever happened to the heroes?”- The Stranglers (No More Heroes)

glamIt’s fair to say Glam Rock has never really been taken all that seriously. Being casually dismissed as a joke genre is partly what drove Simon Reynolds to write this impressively weighty tome.

In so doing, he proves that this musical phenomenon deserves to be more than just an amusing footnote in the story of popular music. The author doesn’t claim that all the music tagged as Glam (or Glitter is you’re American) is of a universally high standard yet, even at its most crass and commercial, Reynolds endorses the viewpoint of Noel Coward who once wryly observed : “It’s extraordinary how potent cheap music is”. Continue reading

nick-kent-apathy-for-devilNick Kent was the “Zeitgeist-surfing dark prince of seventies rock journalism”.  This is how he describes himself with only the vaguest of self mockery in his memoir of the decade entitled Apathy For The Devil.

The title is taken from a quip by Bob Dylan after being asked his opinion of a lacklustre Rolling Stones concert. It’s a highly quotable line but not a great book title and the cheapskate cover image by Jon Stevens for the Faber & Faber edition is pretty crap too.

Don’t let either of these details put you off though as this is a fantastic book.

Like many of my generation (I was born in 1958), I grew up reading NME cover to cover and Kent’s pieces stood out as writing that was both passionate and committed.  He has always maintained that to write meaningfully about music it is not enough just to listen to the records and analyse the lyrics. He approached rock journalism in the same way a war correspondent covers conflicts, by braving the heat of the battle  or what he calls entering “the belly of the beast”. This involved him being a kind of rock writer in residence on tour with bands like The Stones, Led Zeppelin, The Faces and Jethro Tull. Unfortunately, part of this full immersion into the rock star lifestyle meant he emulated his heroes to the point of being stoned out of his skull for most of his waking hours. He snorted heroin for the first time at the tail end of 1973 aged 22, opening the door to  a “world of hurt”. The fact that he was able to produce good copy in this state is as miraculous  as the fact that he has lived to tell the tale now.

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