Sleaze - ST 12 inch ltd ed

$35.00 (AUD)

14th June, 1975. It was a studio, a proper studio - just like the ones the proper bands recorded in. At least, it was the nearest I’d ever been to one and now my band Sleaze, that had so far had to make do with playing support slots at local clubs and discos - as well as the occasional “headline” gig in local school halls - was about to record some of our songs, just like a proper band. If we’d been a bit more savvy, we might have pressed more copies and tried to sell them at gigs, although as it turned out the band wasn’t to play many more of those. To be honest, we knew that this record was to be more of a swan song than the launch of a career. I’d gone to Torquay Polytechnic at the end of summer 1974, straight out of school, to take a year-long Art Foundation course and had been spending most of my time forming and playing with Sleaze rather than doing the course work, but the fact was that the college year was nearing the end, and soon the individual band members would be going their separate ways. In addition, I’d met a new girlfriend in the art department and not only did she have the same Iggy and New York Dolls records in her collection as I did, she’d shown an interest in learning bass guitar and wanted me to teach her. Within a year we’d moved to London together and started rehearsing a new band, she’d changed her name to Gaye Advert...and the rest is history. I was no longer a solitary musical rebel pushing against a door that refused to budge. I was one of a multitude of rebels who felt the same way I did. This record is the sound of that rebellion trying to find its way, the door creaking against its hinges - a year before punk exploded, the door finally blew open and the music scene changed forever.