If all glam was like this, I'd love glam. Marc Bolan was maybe the best ever prototype for a rock star; masculine yet feminine, quick of wit, and wrote lyrics on both sides of the "understandable" line. On this album, he's both light and playful (Jeepster), and deep and serious (Girl). Cool sounds and words from a time when recordings weren't as over-produced as now...and the grooves are maybe as good as it gets.

This is as good a Hard Rock album as has ever existed, from beginning to end. With the crushing title track opening the ceremonies, the listener is carried away on song after song of gritty, bluesy, Scottish rock. From the heavy (Miss Misery, Beggar's Day) to the lighter (Love Hurts) to the mysterious (Please Don't Judas Me), it's hard to name an album with less "filler".