A lot seems to be made of the passing of our rock icons these days but not only the continued existence of Ian Hunter, but the fact that at the grand old age of 77 he is still releasing records, should be more of a cause for celebration. And here he returns with his first record in 4 years doing what he does best – wonderfully lazy, knowingly loose, groove laden rock’n’roll carrying wonderfully gravel voiced salvos.
But if anyone were to write a musical eulogy for the passing of David Bowie, then why not the man who’s own band, Mott The Hoople, have him to thank for their resurrection and commercial kickstart. Having already paid his respects to Mick Ronson two decades earlier with the song Michael Picasso, Dandy sees Hunter pay homage to his old friend and do so with a tune dripping in Bowie’s own musical motifs and Motts signature sound palette. The two were always so closely related for obvious reasons anyway.
Inspirations are drawn from history, mythology, musical reverence, travel, street smart words of wisdom and personal reflection but if you were expecting him to show signs of slowing down, you will be pleasantly surprised; when it has the desire to, this album rocks as hard as anything from his impetuous youth.
In fact aging seems to suit Hunter with his string of 21st century releases Rant, Shrunken Heads, Man Overboard, When I’m President and this current collection all showing no let up in the quality of his song writing and if anything gaining an increased eloquence to match the ferocity and passion which as always been the hall mark of his music.