What does it sound like?:
QSP = Quatro, Scott and Powell. That’s Suzi, Andy and Don. Everyone knows Suzi. Andy played guitar with Sweet and Don thumped tubs for Slade. Suzi retains her tomboy-next-door looks, along with her tough Detroit cool and lusty set of pipes. Looks-wise, the guys have fared less well. Just look at the cover through your fingers. It hurts. However, Andy’s guitar still shimmers brightly even at high volume and, here, he reveals a panoramic ear for production. Don was always a powerful drummer. He doesn’t have many objects to hit but the ones he does are big and loud, bigger and louder than anyone, including Bonham.
This album proves that once you scrape its face paint off, Glam is basically meat and potatoes Rock. There are mixture of covers and originals, written by Suzi and/or Andy. The most successful are those fist-pumping, heart-thumping, carved from solid Rock numbers, sung by Suzi. Then, their years of live performance pay dividends. They make it feel good to be alive with joyous covers of Slow Down by Larry Williams and The Nashville Teens’ Tobacco Road. Their own Suzi-led Late Nights, Early Flights is pretty exhilarating, too. Andy’s voice is little more than a monotone growl these days. His songs are less exciting as a consequence. I Walk On Gilded Splinters groans as its mysticism is crushed under their collective weight. Broken Pieces Suite, however, is pleasingly bonkers featuring multiple parts and a children’s choir. The big hope is clearly Pain, which we are treated to twice, once with the band and once with strings. The strings version is the most likely to sell.
Special mention for Jez Davies on keys and Ray Beavis on sax.
It’s delightful to witness grizzled old folks enjoying themselves and demonstrating to the youngsters they still have Pop Smarts. There are four or five tracks too many and the asking price is ridiculously high, obviously QSP believe their demographic has cash to spare, but, otherwise, this album is a blast.
What does it all *mean*?
These guys have still got what it takes.
Goes well with…
A bunch of grizzled old folks, wearing leather trousers, eating greasy food, drinking piss-poor beer and sweating.
Might suit people who like…
Damaging their hearing even more.