Word was out that Roxy Music was glamrock, a hype, flashy, weird, fifties revival, electronic, esoteric, terrifying and incredible. So I was really pleased, when I saw them in London recently, that they were none of the above. Well... maybe all of the above. But more, much more. For the price of a ticket, you get ten years worth of rock and roll.

I was prepared to like them after having been presented with an import copy of their album last June by Richard Williams (pi Melody Maker) whose taste I trust. Even though most of my American friends found the album hard to adjust to, I adored it, and played it over and over at the most outrageous volume, especially those parts I thought British DJ John Peel would have meant when he said that he thought they sounded like “terror in the Rue Morgue.”