the thing about roxy music after 1980 as opposed to roxy music before 1980 is that roxy music before 1980 was better but roxy music after 1980 still had good album covers.


the thing about roxy music after 1980 as opposed to roxy music before 1980 is that roxy music before 1980 was better but roxy music after 1980 still had good album covers.
#943: roxy music - editions of you (1973)
a lot of people have read john milton’s paradise lost, which is excellent, but fewer have continued on to the even better sequel, paradise regained. so they don’t know the part where brian eno floats down and plays a synthesizer solo with feathers rising up from his shoulders. and then just when you think it’s all over, he sings harmony for bryan ferry: “don’t play yourself for a fool, too much cheesecake too soon,” he says, and stands. “old money’s better than new! no mention in the latest tribune! don’t let this happen to you!”
if i were the u.s. congress in 1974, i would have been a lot less concerned about the fashionably saucy cover of roxy music’s country life than that line in editions of you that warns out of nowhere about “too much cheesecake too soon.” what does that mean! and why is it followed by a line about old money? no one will ever know. it’s the most intimidating pastry-related lyric outside of r. kelly’s ”after cheesecake with all of your friends and family, who’s gonna front the bill? me.”
#736: roxy music - editions of you (1973)
there is rock music, glam music, glamorous music, sax music, which can be sex music, which is like naval music, which is different than naval-gazing music, which isn’t shoe-gazing music, which can be nod music, plus there’s knob music and nob music, tit music, cleaved music, cleavage music, moron music and maraca music and mustache music, vulgar music, vulva music and velvet music, but roxy music is better than all of them combined.
#689: roxy music - remake/remodel (live, 1972)
the only important things to remember about the 1970s were brian eno’s vests, bryan ferry’s mustaches, phil manzanera’s spectacles, and andy mackay’s oboe solos, plus, depending on your perspective and surname, my dad’s hair.
the reason that john cale’s 1974 album fear sounds like jumpsuits, fistfights at the lions club, ex-wives, fish, lou reed’s aftershave, coal mines in wales, patti smith’s perspiration, police station basements and 23rd street at nighttime is that it is really, really good. his holiness richard thompson from fairport convention plays guitar, and so does phil manzanera, whose roxy music companion sir brian eno is credited as playing “eno.” and the backup singing on thigh-slapper the man who couldn’t afford to orgy is credited to certain girls named “i & d chantler and l strike,” about whom very little seems to be known. but to be fair, vintage violence is almost as perfect for a late-winter sunday afternoon, and so is looking at pictures of john cale.
you’re making a terribly grave error if on this damp and cold december sunday you’re not listening to brian eno’s first four ambient albums, especially on land. a sad winter weekend afternoon without them is like a happy summer evening without roxy music.
#321: roxy music - street life (1973)
you know what’s absolute total bullshit? any song that (1) isn’t sung by a man in a white tuxedo and black bow-tie who can snap with both hands, (2) doesn’t refer to both yale and black magic, and (3) lacks long-haired guys breaking into electric plastic violin solos.
unrelatedly, wouldn’t it be cool to have a tattoo of bryan ferry’s face on one arm and one of brain eno’s on the other? phil manzanera would feel left out, but still.
#158: roxy music - mother of pearl (1976)
don’t pay too much attention to the first two minutes of the song, which i’ve never been crazy about (focus instead on bryan ferry’s mustache and maybe his hands too, the best hands in show business), but afterwards comes something that could have only been written while bryan ferry was frolicking in the indian ocean on a drug binge with a gaggle of sixteen-year-old girls.
“you are my favorita/ and a place in your heart, dear/ makes me feel more real,” is the nicest thing a scary mustachioed man has ever said.
#15: roxy music - ladytron (1972)
62-year-old bryan ferry now dates a 27-year-old dancer, which means she’s currently exactly the same age mr. ferry was during this performance (from the same top of the pops show as below). very sexy.
i love when he closes his eyes to croon. and has a high-collared oboe solo ever looked better? and can the guitarist see out of his glasses? and isn’t brian eno’s gold-gloved knob-twiddling thrilling? he looks like he’s piloting a private glam jet through the sunny glam skies.
#14: roxy music - virginia plain (1972)
in 1972, bryan ferry got behind a microphone on top of the pops wearing a sparkly sequented blouse, backed by brian eno in leopard print and gold gloves. just like that, glam became cool.
and then 49 seconds into roxy music’s debut, the band thwacks to a halt. “baby jane’s in acapulco,” mr. ferry squeeks, “and we are flying down to rio.” (be sure to catch the little jazz-hand wiggle there.) that would be the hippest line in roxy music history, if it weren’t for: “midnight blue casino floors/ dance the cha-cha through till sunrise/ open up exclusive doors. oh wow!”
and did you know the critic robert christgau once called brian eno “a balding, long-haired eunuch lookalike”? i like when he looks up here and smiles at the saxophone/oboe player in the green alien suit. it’s so touching.