Meat Loaf blew teenage me away. He still does
I really do remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday. It was 1980, I was at boarding school and my friend Elly came back from half-term with a couple of vinyl LPs belonging to her older brother. One was Rumours by Fleetwood Mac, and the other was Bat Out of Hell by Meat Loaf. Both had been out for three years or so but were not known to us — this was the post-punk era, when interesting music was coming out of the London club scene, you got your clothes at Kensington Market and boys were starting to wear eyeliner at parties (apart from the ones who wore cummerbunds).… Seguir leyendo »