Pink Floyd’s next album after Dark Side Of The Moon made an even greater impace on me when I playe it for the first time, just after I left school. (more…)

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Midge Ure had his first taste of fame fronting boy band Slik, long before Ultravox, Live Aid and Do They Know It’s Christmas? (more…)

By 1975 I was old enough to drink and smoke and I was beginning to discover that tobacco was not the only thing you could smoke. And ready to discover The Doors. (more…)

Sailor seemed like a homegrown version of Sparks when they steered into the spotlight at the end of 1975 with Glass Of Champagne, led by a real Russian prince. (more…)

There was a time in the early Seventies when the “power trio” was a Thing. All the better to showcase a virtuoso guitarist with blues tendencies by backing him with a brutal rhythm section. (more…)

I‘ve never been a big Led Zeppelin fan – nor even a medium-sized one – but I know their work, and I have a soft spot for their softer spots. Such as this folky little number from their second album. (more…)

Mellow grooves don’t come much mellower – or groovier – than this soulful slice of pub rock that gave Ace their one and only hit in late 1974. (more…)

If there was ever a competition to find the funkiest funkster in Funkville, then Sly Stone would be in the final funk-off, probably with George Clinton and Bootsy Collins. (more…)

This may have been my introduction to folk music. I was a bit late, considering it’s a nineteenth-century song, though it goes back even further than that in its inspiration. (more…)