I like the Dude, but the Dude hates the fuckin’ Eagles, man, which is only to be expected, because they represent the slickest, most unashamed commercialisation of 60s utopianism, the transmogrification of serious bearded guitar music into radio-friendly and occasionally syrupy country rock. The Eagles committed the unforgivable sin of rendering the hippie aesthetic palatable […]
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My parents repeatedly played Too Low For Zero in our car during the 80s, so Elton John reminds me vividly of my childhood. But I’ve always been mystified by his stratospheric fame. He has none of the otherworldly allure of Bowie, or the seedy, simian charisma of Jagger – he comes across as a fat
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I have no connection to Neil Young: I didn’t listen to him growing up, my family didn’t, my friends didn’t, and generally speaking, I’m not keen on country music; it reeks of piss-stained old people, simple-minded rural folk, and unwashed hippies. But After the Gold Rush seems to be so universally well-regarded that I felt
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Seems strange in retrospect but, according to music critics like Ken Barnes and Simon Reynolds, the primary architect of 70s glam rock was not the Thin White Duke; it was Marc Bolan, the mincing, hair-brained, slightly ghoulish frontman of 70s rock band T. Rex. The reason it seems strange is because Bowie was inducted into
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Obviously it’s a bit of a cliché to say that the 60s were all peace, love, LSD, economic stability and trendy Social Democratic government, while the 70s marked a descent into decadent, gender-bending glamour and social, political, and economic turmoil. After all, “Gimme Shelter” and the Doors’ menacing debut album came out in the 60s,
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All the hippies that I went to school with loved Led Zeppelin, which is ample reason for me to dislike them. Having said that, they were also into Pink Floyd (who I don’t mind) and Radiohead (who I love), so there’s no necessary link between potheads and rubbish music; quite the contrary, perhaps. But having
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With the hippie dream collapsing in the wake of Charlie Manson, Vietnam, and the failed student uprising of 1968, the Rolling Stones duly stepped in to provide the soundtrack in the form of the apocalyptic Let it Bleed, in particular its wistful, goodbye-to-all-that closing track, “You Can’t Always Get What You Want”. But the unmistakeable
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The 60s was about Real Men making Real Rock Music – the simian swagger of the Stones, the muscular Hendrix, the roguishly wasted and virile Lizard King, and of course, the Beatles, whether in their slim suited son-in-law or beardy psychedelic manifestations. The 70s, by contrast, belonged to the transhuman, gender-fluid freaks – the effete
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As already elaborated in other reviews on this blog, I don’t care much for the 1960s, I have no special affection for the Beatles, I didn’t grow up listening to them, and if I had to characterize my attitude toward them and the decade they defined, I would probably use the term ‘intrigued but sceptical.’
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“That’s a kind of end-of-the-world song, really. It’s apocalypse; the whole record’s like that. It’s a very rough, very violent era. The Vietnam War. Violence on the screens. Pillage and burning.” That’s how Mick Jagger described Let it Bleed in 1995, and that’s how it seems to have gone down in history – as the
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