They became the most beloved group in the country. Dickensian singer Noddy Holder had a voice like John Lennon screaming down the chimney of the QE2; rosy-cheeked bassist Jim Lea looked as if he lived with his mum and bred homing pigeons; Dave Hill on guitar had the most rabbity face in the world; while Don Powell chewed gum and stared into space - even after he'd been in a horrific car crash and lost most of his memory, he looked exactly the same. ... [they] thought, sod this, let's get pissed and have a really, really good time.
Showing posts with label Slade. Show all posts
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Saturday, 16 February 2019
Had a voice like John Lennon screaming down the chimney of the QE2
Tuesday, 12 February 2019
Rewrote them with an abundance of exclamation marks
The hippie counterculture was politically committed to the present tense and largely mistrusted theatrics. ... Glam - garish, ultra-commercial and colourful as a Dulux paint chart - was its worst nightmare ... the likes of Mud, Wizzard, Suzi Quatro, Gary Glitter, Slade and Sweet picked up on certain lines of Bowie and Bolan's glam manifesto - the Bo Diddley riffs, the glittering artifice, the outrageous make-up, the tremendous sense of fun - and rewrote them with an abundance of exclamation marks.
B. Stanley, Yeah yeah yeah: the story of modern pop (2013), 335
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