'FUCK THE CRITICS'
- if you can't say something nice...
Generally the critics didn't feel that there was substance to
this glam rock thing. I don't think it ever worried anybody -
we used to say any publicity is good publicity. If you got a bad
singles review, it didn't really matter, and certainly if it was
a hit, who cared what they said about it? I mean, I can imagine
Gary Glitter seeing a bad review would have been hurt by it, but
I don't think Mike [Leander] would have been particularly upset.
Not in the way as later when the reviews for Matador came
out - that was a much more serious proposition. Artists are more
Nick Kent did a very important review on us. Bowie had played
Earl's Court and didn't do too well. We played Earl's Court and
did incredibly well. And Nick Kent, I seem to remember, was there
and he did a big write-up on us as being either one of the most
or the most important band around at that time. And it was quite
a good review for us, because a lot of the press, although they
went along with us for the success, knifed the hell out of us
later. As they do in England.
When the NME and what had been the traditional outlets
for the Denmark Street culture went into the kind of Rolling
Stone rock vein, there was then no symbiotic relationship
between the music press and the charts, as much as there had been.
The NME fucking slagged us rotten at the drop of a hat.
Cunts, they really were. Just horrible people.
We just didn't give a fuck really. I mean I think it got to Eric
probably a wee bit, because he tended to read the serious press.
But the positive side of that is these arseholes are writing about
us and we're in their paper anyway. Even the most ardent New
Musical Express hippy, he has to read it, because it's in
his fucking paper: doesn't matter if he hates us, he reads it.
It's like anti-press, it's like: 'You're all a bunch of cunts,'
but they were saying it every week. Brilliant. We'll just deal
with the dailies.
Fuck the critics, at the end of the day.
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