Easy Run (5.25k)

I completed a short 1000m drill swim this afternoon and it’s hot as all hell out right now so, yeah, why not go for a short and easy 5.25k run (3 x 1.5k easy run w/ 250m walking recovery) to boot; talk about being a total glutton for punishment.  Anyway, this afternoon’s Glamilicious soundtrack is another classic album by T. Rex, ‘Bolan’s Zip Gun‘.


Having reinvented himself as a bionic soulboy across the course of 1974’s ‘Zinc Alloy‘, ‘Bolan’s Zip Gun‘  was less a reiteration of Marc’s new direction than a confirmation of it.

Much of the album returns to the understated romp he had always excelled at – the delightful knockabout ‘Precious Star‘, the unrepentant boogie of ‘Till Dawn‘  and the pounding title track all echo with the effortless lightheartedness which was Bolan at his most carelessly buoyant, while ‘Token of My Love‘  is equally incandescent, a playful blues which swiftly became a major in-concert favorite.

But the essence of this album remains firmly in the funky pastures which characterized ‘Zinc Alloy‘, with the only significant difference lying in the presentation. Out went the plush production which so diluted the earlier set, to be replaced by a sparser sound which emphasized the rhythms, heightened the backing vocals, and left rock convention far behind. ‘Light of Love‘, ‘Golden Belt‘  and the heavyweight ballad ‘I Really Love You Babe‘  may not be Stax-sized attractions, but they have an earthy authenticity nevertheless, while bonus tracks on the Edsel remaster include single-only stabs at ‘Dock of the Bay‘  and ‘Do You Wanna Dance‘, further indications of just how seriously Bolan was taking his new role – and how far he’d moved from the bopping elf of three years earlier.

The difference was, in 1972, Marc Bolan was a God.  By 1975, he was barely even a minor deity. It was, of course, the old, old story.  When he made records that sounded like the old ones, the kids all complained he’d stagnated and lost it.  When he made records that didn’t sound like them, then they moaned even louder that things just weren’t the same. So he made ones that fell smack between the two poles, and that wasn’t right either. And yet, played back to back alongside the “classics,” there ain’t much wrong with any of them.

Whatever was the fuss all about, then?

Decades on, each of Bolan’s latter day albums retain a hint of their original controversy, but hindsight lends them an impact (and, for what it’s worth, a credibility) which contemporary listeners could never have imagined.  And this album, which scored the worst reviews of all, hits as hard as any of them.

I’m surely not complaining considering that my body currently feels like a melting ice cream cone.



About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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