Some artists like a fine wine improve with time. Like the finest wine. Only Ones are such a band for me. They're deceptive. 'In the darkness and in the light' Fluidity savagery and tenderness. In equal measure. Sadness and somehow against the odds, survival. The tough streets of Catford and from there the tough streets of London. And off. To explore the world,
I only encountered them at university. Obviously that song. The one they're most remembered for but only one in a casket of priceless jewels. I tracked them all down in time. You had to work a bit harder then. But the search was richly rewarded.
Even Serpents Shine is nit Marquee Moon. But only Marquee Moon is Marquee Moon, This is a crafty cousin with dirty fingernails but a wicked grin. It diesn't play by Pink's rukes but Baudelaure's. It lifts licks from the Stones when it chooses but is a far far better record than anything The Stones were putting out at this point of time. It's Poet Maudit for the late Seventies set nd those that came thereafter. Just ask Pete Doherty.
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