In 1974 me and a group of friends got our selves tickets to see The Sweet at Festival Hall. This was their first time in Australia and they were still having hits however they had started talking about moving away from their Chinn-Chapman puppet masters/songwriters and doing their own thing. So what we got was one very loud and I mean ear splitting band play sub metal rock and roll without any hint of subtlety. At the start of the gig there was an announcement that Brian Connolly was very sick so he wouldn't be appearing all night (so he just sang the hits)
In those days a you get passouts so regularly through the show we went out to Pete's car and slugged on a whisky bottle. And that's all I remember the whisky and the pure noise of The Sweet.
But nothing can take away from this record. It was just so exciting. Of course my school mates hated it but now I had a bunch of friends who weren't so close minded. Sweet singles are all glorious glam trash but magnificent at the same time. That this song was also loved by punks a few years later (covered by The Rezillos and others) speaks loads. It's just a damn good record!
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