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@[imasoulman] at the podium: You say '1977' and immediately think (not here, there, across the Channel, because here in the Beautiful Country we listened to singer-songwriters... it took Renzo Arbore and his correspondent in London, Michel Pergolani, to enlighten us) of a bunch of fools capable, yes, of saying one-two-three-four but unable to string together a fourth chord in succession. And yet no, if it is true as it is true that punk was a destructive attitude towards oneself before being directed at what surrounded it, music included, but the precursors were found as much in the Stooges as in Roxy Music, in the New York Dolls as well as in the more extreme glam. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have had Ultravox!, early Japan, Magazine, and Be-Bop Deluxe. There you go, Rikki Sylvan is an Adam Ant who didn’t make it. And yet this record, if words like art and punk mean something to you when linked by a hyphen, coursing through bleeding guitars, malicious synth whistles, and cascades of genuine melodramatic despair, is truly a forgotten masterpiece of that unrepeatable season, an unrelenting assault with white weapons of ‘futurist noise’.
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