In recent years, Roy Wood has let slip a little poignant regret that he didn't see things through with ELO. No wonder. Jeff Lynne went platinum and got to work with The Threetles and Dylan while his Brum beat colleague spent the first half of the 1970s decked out like a Christmas tree on TOTP, and the second half fashioning his increasingly anachronistic, Spectoresque fantasies into a series of solo flops. Evidence of consummate skill is still apparent on the sublime "This Is The Story Of My Love" and "French Perfume", but overall there are too many pointless rock'n' roll retreads. A plastic jive counterpoint to Bowie's plastic soul? Nope. Just a waste of a great talent.
In recent years, Roy Wood has let slip a little poignant regret that he didn’t see things through with ELO. No wonder. Jeff Lynne went platinum and got to work with The Threetles and Dylan while his Brum beat colleague spent the first half of the 1970s decked out like a Christmas tree on TOTP, and the second half fashioning his increasingly anachronistic, Spectoresque fantasies into a series of solo flops.
Evidence of consummate skill is still apparent on the sublime “This Is The Story Of My Love” and “French Perfume”, but overall there are too many pointless rock’n’ roll retreads.
A plastic jive counterpoint to Bowie’s plastic soul? Nope. Just a waste of a great talent.