“They blast the record open with the darkly seductive glam of “Magazin”, which rolls like Bolan, punches like Cream and glides like Bowie. The taut but supple rhythm bounces and bobs along, supported by saucy chords and jaunty brass. After a couple of minutes, a head-banging strut appears front and centre, and you’re left waiting for a ripping guitar solo that never appears. Restraint never sounded so good.” Source
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