Stuart Moxham: A private listen

INVITATION TO A PRIVATE LISTEN FROM AN ORIGINAL IDEAR BY STUART MOXHAM

I was a bit past it in, even in 1980 to be a reliable rock and roll witness. I was 30 and well into jazz; rock seemed to be going the polite quiffy way it always does when the raw power of something original crashes and burns out on the horizon and somebody starts calling it showbiz again, and you know you've got a fucking long wait for anything interesting to come along. A big fluffy ball of something called New Romantics drove pink Cadillacs up to crap night clubs,