All together now: “Rrrrright…. nowwww… Hahahaaaa!”
One night in late November 1976 I was at the Marquee Club watching a short fat Frenchman called Little Bob who played amphetamine-fuelled RnB when Malcolm McLaren walked in with a bag under his arm.
Fingers in your ears for the shrillest falsetto ever heard. And a song that those of us who had the misfortune to hear at the time will never be able to forget. But don’t blame the “singer” – it’s not him singing. (more…)
There were two newcomers in 1973 whose debut songs genuinely sounded like nothing before them. One was Rock On by David Essex and this was the other one by Leo Sayer – the last I’ll be posting from that year. (more…)