A transitional spasm, as Sparks became a band proper, shaking off Rundgrens's minimalism, before they arrived at their fully formed world-conquering sound.
Uneven, but featuring some strutting, blinding glam highlights. The stomp of Beaver O'Lindy's irresistable, and the momentum of Underground/The Louvre's _fucking ____exciting. Jesus. Take that as a single 8 minute song and its one of the best of the 70s.
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The image of this album is of our skulking dream from S/T, belting his last note from the empty stage, as the pale nobodys emerge from the shadows, drawn by the swaying confidence. France, catacombs, secrecy, redemption, a throwing off of the cloak - this is cult classic music, lurking music of the individual finding its foothold with the few. And you all know what happens after that. Stay tuned 4/5
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