This is being marketed as the last Nikki Sudden disc, but I highly doubt it’s the Last Of The Last. The homemade sound is pretty great-he was pullin’ from all eras-eighties new wave, sixties girl groups, and of course, his beloved seventies glam rock. I’m only three songs in, and already moved to pick up pen to spread the good word on Brother Nikki’s swan song cd. This album rocks like a Spencer P. Jones, or Ian Hunter album. I always preferred his sidekick, Dave Kusworth’s bratty battle cry, and the alley cat harmonies of the Jacobites, and Bounty Hunters, to many of Sudden’s solo outings. He’d really started concentrating alot more on his lyrics in recent years, which really enriched his writing on these latter-day albums. Much of his early work suffered a bit from lazy, throwaway Hallmark declarations of love-like he was yellin’ for Rapunzel to let down her golden hair. You can tell he’d been listening to more Dylan, than Thunders, as he aged. I know he’d nearly completed an epic book on the Rolling Stones entitled, “Bring Back Ian McLagen” before he died, and I hope his estate finds a way to still hustle it into print.
There’s plenty of good music here, that’ll appeal to the core Nikki Sudden fanbase of old Faces/Mott fans, but some of it reminds me of other artists as well-“Hunky Dory”-era Bowie, Stephen Merritt from Magnetic Fields, and Steven “Tin Tin” Duffy-the original Duran Duran singer, who worked with Kusworth back in the old days. There’s a big hole where Nikki Sudden’s supposed to be, that ain’t likely to get filled—esp. not by any of the screaming dude-metal jock-kids with the dyed hair on the corporate labels. If you’re a fan of TYLA and have yet to be properly introduced to Mister Sudden, or if yer an old fan, debating if you should shell out your girlfriend’s hard-earned money on the new Snatches Of Pink, Chamber Strings, Dave Kusworth & The Tenderhooks, or for still another LP’s worth of Nikki Sudden’s Stonesy, soulful, self-mythologizing trash-folk, get this immediately. Who else but Nikki rhymes “manuscripts” with “fish ‘n’ chips”?? It’s a far-worthier investment than the new Ronnie Wood autobiography, and sincerely, the best over-all album I’ve heard since the NY DOLLS comeback album. If you can imagine Soho Roses, or Hollywood Brats, covering a vintage Rod Stewart song with a quality lyric, yer at the right hootenanny. Olde Saint Nick used to sign all his letters to me, “Stay Bruised”, and I’d always think, “No Worries, Man!” We miss you, Nikki! God Bless the Prince Of Rags!
(-Dicky Bottomfeeder and the Forty Thieves)