Bargepole’s recent review of Bowie’s Diamond Dogs album left a bad taste in my mouth. Nothing up with the review, it’s just that I remember ordering the record from Britannia Music as young pup and have clear memories of listening to it with my Dad, one evening. We had a little portable record player and I’d put it on the kitchen table once tea and homework had been cleared away. We sat listening, my dad explaining about George Orwell, Big Brother and 1984 to me. It must have been the festive season as there was one of those multi compartmentalised dishes around with various snacks in – peanuts, those little fish shaped salty biscuit things, and Twiglets. I’m not sure if I’d had them before but I was fascinated and repulsed by the taste. Now I can’t hear or read about Diamond Dogs without ‘tasting’ marmite nor can I eat the black stuff on toast without breaking in to a quick chorus of the Chant of the Ever Circling Skeletal Family. Anyone else got any sensory experiences triggered by music, or vice versa?
Er, no they don’t. But why? Why are the Eagles despised, or at best dismissed? By the beard of Zeus they have some great songs – so can anyone help me understand why they are so poorly regarded, or maybe you, like me, think they’re just super! Share your bile, or your love for one of rock’s great Marmite bands – Eagles!