It’s a sad irony that it typically takes a pop star to die before you start delving through their back catalogue.

To be honest I was going to make an exception for the Bay City Rollers because I figured I’d find nothing I liked by a band whose fans were what we derisorily called teenyboppers.

I was 16 when they had their first big hits Remember (Sha-La-La) and Shang-A-Lang and boys that age hated them with a fervour previously reserved only for Donny Osmond and David Cassidy.

That was, of course, because girls our age fancied them something rotten.

To us with our sophisticated tastes, their songs, insipid pastiches of Glam, could never match up to our own teen idols from Slade and Sweet and T.Rex. And as for those tartan-fringed outfits, with the trousers at half mast…

By 1975 I was moving into adolescence and moving on to what I foolishly thought was more “serious” music, buying albums instead of singles.

The Rollers’ two biggest hits, Bye Bye Baby and Give A Little Love, rather passed me by while I was getting into Bowie, and Bruce Springsteen’s Born To Run.

Consequently I don’t remember this one, a hit in November that year. It’s not half as bad as I imagined, bridging the brief gap between Glam and Punk. But I do remember Les, who lived near me in East London.