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Issue 407 hits
the shops today, with an impossibly youthful Johnny
Rotten on the cover,
plus a redheaded version of Joe
Strummer,
Howard
Devoto wearing an
anarchy symbol on his sleeve and Dave
Vanian looking
distinctly hairy. Yes, it’s our The Birth Of
Punk feature, with
Cindy
Stern’s previously
unseen photographs revealing the bands as they were before Ver Man came along
and ruined everything (as ever). These pics really are stunning, as raw as a
lion’s lunch, and full of the excitement of their era. Plus: Rod
Stewart’s young stud
era reappraised; the Hallowe’en nightmares of Horror
Rock;
Panther
Burns’ crazed career;
the konkluding portion of our Kinks khronikle;
tales of Dave
Stewart (more
rock’n’roll than you reckon, I’ll wager); the story of The
Housemartins, and reviews,
Q&As and memories of Jethro
Tull,
Zappa,
Black
Widow,
King
Crimson,
Peter
Gabriel,
Velvet
Underground and, uh,
Samantha
Fox – yes, I’ve got
all her records. Well, ok, one of them. And it’s been some time since I saw it.
RC, November, it’s
big, upfront and naturally buxom.
Last week I went
to south west Wales. And it was good. Enjoyed a visit to the thriving
Tangled
Parrot records in
Carmarthen, venue – record shop, pub, café… could be the way forward. While
there, I was amused to buy a 7” of this. (There was a
reggae singer called Dicky Burton; maybe it was the thesp Richard all along.)
Not far away, in the astonishingly handsome indoor market, is Slipped
Disc, where I was
surprised to see an immaculate Creary
Sisters album on High
Note for about the price of a snooty sandwich in the Smoke (although I didn’t
buy it, having previously spent all my dosh on panda milk smoothies
from a chi-chi
little café in St John’s Wood, darling). Earlier in the week I’d had a nose
around in Dales in Tenby, a
small but interesting shop that sells guitars, memorabilia, etc, alongside a
modest but juidiciously-chosen stock of vinyl and CDs; and
The
Malthouse antiques centre
in Narberth is worth a look; upstairs is a room with vinyl, retro cabinets and
record cases, and a nice blue Dansette that was tempting. Back in Carmarthen, I
forgot the posh nosh and was lucky enough to wander into Morgan’s
Traditional Chippy. Like
The
Byrds, I’ll be doing
this.
That’s enough
rambling on about my rambling. Thank you for reading and thank you for
supporting RC. Have a great
week.
Best,
Ian
Ian McCann, Record Collector Editor
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