Dwight Twilley: Twilley Don’t Mind
Bud Scoppa, Phonograph Record, August 1977
EVERYBODY KNOWS that people who write record reviews are supposed to complain every so often about what a crummy year its been for music, and how rock & roll has become a mere wheat-thin of its former feasty self. That kind of proclamation is nearly always deep-dish bullshit: persevering archeologists who cant get no satisfaction from a thick pile of new (free!) albums should find something else to dig. That point can be made with particular emphasis right here in the summer of 77, cuz were in the midst of a rock & roll spectacle as scintillating as those of the last two mid-decades. Groups are coming outta nowhere at a staggerleeing rate, and – whats more – these new bands wont behave: they keep busting out of the boxes we cognoscenti attempt to put them in before the labels are even dry.
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