When I am in London I often drag my family around the capital’s historical landmarks, Heddon Street the location for the Ziggy Stardust cover, the back of the Savoy Hotel where Dylan shot the promo film for Subterranean Homesick Blues and of course we scour the city searching for the blue plaques detailing all the houses the various members of The Cockney Rejects lived in.
While wandering around London looking at all this stuff I started to wonder why the UK didn’t have some kind of national museum of music, I think it would be a fantastic place, and one person who would definitely have to feature large would be Mr. G. I can’t stop playing this album, it sounds like it has just burst out of 1979, snarls and all. When I heard, Long Emotional Ride, it brought a lump to my throat, the boys are back.
Best lyrical moment; I practise mass hypnosis, you’ll get sucked in by osmosis, but here comes my gnostic gnosis (and guess what my gross is)
Standout track; Snake Oil Capital of the World, the bastard child of Hey Lord… and it is wonderful.