Their first single, Run, Run, Run is not great, but it was a rare slice of actual rock music at a time when most big bands rejected the very notion of releasing singles as somehow beneath them. Led Zeppelin and their fans, I recall, positively boasted of not doing it as if to do so would dinimish their “serious” rock credentials.

 

This scraped into the Top Ten but that was it for Jo Jo Gunne, who failed to follow it up with another hit, while their debut album didn’t even get into the lower reaches of the chart and has conserquently acquired a certain cult status.

 

Its failure remains a mystery; less so the failure of their third album Jumpin’ The Gunne. A glance at its repulsively misogynist gatefold cover – a large naked woman suspended above the band members in bed together – should do the job.

 

That was regrettable enough. But even Spinal Tap might have thought twice about the inner sleeve, upon which the lady in question is pictured with the song titles written over her naked body while she converses with a pig.

 

Listening to the album from which this is taken, I’m reminded of other bands who channelled that generic Seventies rock sound like The Spin Doctors, Black Crowes and Kings of Leon.